My Love In My Life

Back in seventh, I meet a girl who I instantly click with. We always hung out after school, told each other everything and whenever there was a group project, we would be partners or go together in a group. Eighth grade was when things started to change because we weren’t in the same class. The problem wasn’t that we were going to grow apart simply because we didn’t have any classes together because all our options were together and there was always lunch to hang out with each other. After a of school month, it was radio silence from her, I tried to talk to her, but she would either turn away or started to talk to someone else. I couldn’t comprehend when had happened between us, we didn’t get in an arguement. I wouldn’t have called her overweight, she was just a bit chubby, but by January she was unrecognizable. Her arms and legs looked like toothpicks and her head looked like it had shrunken in. When ninth grade rolled around, she started to talk to me again because we had mutual friends that we would eat lunch together in a group. We had French class together where we would sit with each other. In March, she started doing small that would have the lunch group and I were scratching our heads. At first it was just little things, like getting angry for no reason or excluding some girls in the group. Then it turned into her dating one of the lunch girl's ex-boyfriend. It’s

Ever since I was a young girl there has been darkness that surrounds me. Entering high school, the darkness only corrupted me further. I found solace in painful places where a blade fell against my skin. All I wanted to do was ease my pain but with time I figured help was the best option. I thought that maybe I could get some help. I soon visited my guidance counselor and exposed to her what had happened and at the time I realized I made a huge mistake. People are not mirrors; they see you entirely different than you see yourself. All they saw was the surface but never what was underneath. After telling my counselor, it was not long before my parents and soon dyfus got involved. This did not make things easier.

Weather can create many mix of emotions that may confuse anyone. A story that can relate to this is “The Love of My Life” by T.C. Boyle which illustrates the theme of weather and its connection to love. Weather always have some sort of connection with humans’ emotion regardless the person’s situation. In “The Love of My Life” the main characters Jeremy and China show their love through moments of certain weather.

From here on out, my life changed forever. Not long after I moved in, things started to change. Jealousy, accusations, and anger kept me bound to the house, causing me to miss school. The amount that I saw my family kept decreasing and decreasing as time went on. Behind the fancy, perfect walls of this incredible house, was a secret nightmare. No one had any idea the pain behind my eyes and in my heart; not even my family. When the Bible says the devil comes in disguise…it is entirely true! The whole entire world around me, including myself, was fooled. I dropped out of high school because I was no longer allowed to go. The few times I saw my family I would tell them school and work was going wonderfully; which was a lie to cover up all the corruption of his family - that now had my loyalty because of fear. Once I turned 18, I never saw my family or friends. Everything I once loved was ripped away from my grasp. I questioned whether God was even with me still or not. Going from bad to worse, in 2013, I was trafficked in Mexico. I knew that this would be my death. I would never get the chance to tell my mom how much I loved her. All the dreams and hopes I held onto since I was young faded

I feel like i'm out of my mind. My world keeps spinning off course into darkness, problems, losses and feeling alone in my world. I feel myself drowning. Who can relate? I just don’t wanna be here anymore, i just wanna kill myself. I’ve been praying for someone to love me to take me into their home to accept me who i am. I want to find a reason to live to till the end. I want to find a lover to be happy for once in life. I don’t want anyone to be disappointed at me for being who I am and what I prefer in life. I feel myself moving in this world, traveling to find someone searching each corner, inch per inch, trying my best in life.

I like to describe myself as a bubbly person; I am definitely a glass half full kind of girl; I love sunny days, the color pink, and peppy songs. At the same time I love pretty much anything girly, working with kids, history, reading, animals, hair, makeup, and talking about the Bible. My family has always discussed everything, and I guess that's where my love of discussing things comes from. I am the oldest of five kids and have two brothers, and two sisters. Mckinley is 15, Savanna is 13, Lincoln is 11, and Abel is 4. I have been homeschooled my entire life and enjoy a close relationship with my siblings and parents. My Dad is a state farm agent, but he spends his extra time studying hebrew, and my Mom is a full time homeschool mom and wife/super woman extraordinaire. We live in Davenport, Iowa right on the mississippi river.

Felsenfeld did not come from a musical background, but took piano classes, worked at bars and orchestras and fell in love with music, especially Beethoven which had a “drug like effect on him” (p. 642) Felsenfeld only learned about Beethoven by accident when a friend “played something wild” for him (p. 641), but Felsenfeld wanted the music to keep going, to never end. Felsenfeld showed his love for music while composing in Opera, chamber music, and orchestral music. Felsenfeld followed his heart and passion and is an amazing writer/ composer.

When my older sisters were still in high school, every morning before school, my mother woke up bright and early, cooked breakfast, curled, straightened, or braided my sister’s and my hair, and drove us to school. After we were at school, my mother went to work, came home and prepared lunch for my dad, folded the laundry, washed the dishes and cleaned the house until it was spotless. Then she picked my sisters and me up from school, whipped up something for dinner, and double-checked if everyone had their homework finished and all the clothes, forms, and supplies we needed for school the next day. Everyday my mother does so much for my family, and she has had a tremendous impact in my life. My mother not only takes care of my family, but she also helps support other families, all the while contributing greatly to the Wabasso school district. My mother is an extraordinary woman.

For the past 17 years of my life, I have been single, which allowed me to be happy and free. I knew I would find the one that would steal my heart and treat me like I deserve, so I had every right to be carefree. Then, in April of 2017, I met a boy through mutual friends and we clicked, instantly. My whole world changed for the better and I was on cloud nine every time we talked, touched, and even when we looked at each other. It moved pretty quickly, but it felt right to do so. Then, on May 7, 2017, we made it official… we were dating. It was a blast up until he left to go council at church camp on June 5 because he would be gone the entire week and come home on Saturday afternoons and leave Sunday evenings. I was devastated when he left because he was no longer with me physically, but the thing he kept telling me was, “I am in your heart, so I am always with you.” This, along with the brief morning and good night conversations, is what helped me made me make it through the week until Saturday came. We were happy and made the most out of the little time that we got to spend together. Then, on July 6, I went to Costa Rica and instead of being a counselor, he was a camper. While I was in Costa Rica, I had little to no internet connection and since he was a camper, he was not allowed to have his phone at all. Given this, we did not talk at all that week. I came home late on the fourteenth of July and when I saw him the next day, I knew in my heart something was different. He

Everybody wants to find their perfect other halves. I'm here to tell you, it's not always where or even when you're looking. Sometimes love shows its glorious face when you're least expecting it. I just so happened to find it in a barroom and it changed my life forever. Even though I never thought I would be in another meaningful relationship and I tried to "hook him up" with my friend, Jordan has become, not only my significant other but my best friend and soul mate.

Granddad I blame you, I blame you for everything that had happened to our family year. I blame you for all the heartbreak and the tears that my family had cried. You were supposed to be the “head” of our family but, no you let me down, you let every family member down. I have been holding in these feelings for years but you are getting older and so am I. I’m trying to forgive you. I want to forgive you, but first I need to explain to you what you did to me.

“In my head, I’m just me, and yet when I go out into the world, people don’t see certain things about me.” (Sanna, page 29, paragraph 8) I’m the type of person who see things differently in the world as I construct my own opinions. As cheesy as it may sound, I like to believe that everything has a reason behind it; and that everyone has a purpose in life. Growing up, I never explored much of the world, but I felt that I didn’t needed to. From my parents' wise words to things I witness on television, I imagined what the world was. The only thing I truly knew was that I was surrounded by the love of my family and our furry companions. My childhood is something that shaped me into the person I am today.

I am a musician. My journey through the weeds of musical establishment and excellence was filled with success and failures galore; how you describe me is up to you.

Growing up I can remember our house always being enveloped by music. Every holiday we had music playing, during summer mornings and weekends our house was woken up the thumping of a drum or the soft string of a guitar. It engulfed our ears with its voice. I can recall a time when I was much younger where under our television was an elephant of a stereo that roared aggressively like a lion when played. I felt as though my heart was going to explode with each beat a song made, it was the best feeling I had ever had. Mother always told me about her time as a child playing the clarinet, “Oh, I loved it” she would exclaim then with a smirk she’d add, “I was very good at it too”. You could see her love of music like it was her makeup. I’d always found music to be fascinating, always wondering how it could make such a thundering, glass shattering sound, then become as gentle as a kitten's purr. Music, when it reached my ears was pure joy, the beats to each instrument meticulously planned out by the artist. The variety of music was even more interesting than the different tempos it could be played at, a genre for every quinquagenarian a new artist for every song you would hear. It was constantly changing, which is why I think I loved it so much, it reminded me of myself.

I lay awake on a freezing winters night. It was as cold as an arctic snowstorm, and as dark as a planet with no sun. My eyes were open as wide as a deer’s in front of a moving vehicle. There was one thing on my mind, and one thing only, the love of my life. Her long silky hair, her smooth, tanned skin, her pristine beauty and her effervescent, god like personality were all I ever desired; She was as sweet as a honeycomb and as unique as a sparkling snowflake in a vast blizzard. Our relationship had once been absolutely immaculate, absolutely flawless; or so I believed. There was only one problem, one only; it seemed as though no matter how hard I endeavoured to fulfil her desires, I just couldn 't. For I had endured thousands of long hours in the scalding heat, toiling endlessly; building prodigious mansions for men who were far more powerful than me, earning nothing but a mere pittance. However, it was worth enduring the sweet agony to win her love.