My Personal Experience : My Experience In My Life

It was the fall of 2003, a cool and cloudless California morning. My parents, who dressed me up with a polo shirt and khakis, waited patiently for the school bus as I looked fearfully at what was going to happen. I didn't want to leave my house, nor did I want to go to school. I was a shy boy, who didn't like doing anything but staying at home and minding my own business. When the school bus finally came, I climbed on to the yellow bus and looked outside fearfully as my parents waved goodbye. I was too scared for the first day of school, which helped me shape the person I am today. Throughout my life, I've been to different places, from Oklahoma to a whole different country in a different continent miles away. During that time, I was able to shape myself with the cultural experiences I got through being in a multicultural environment,

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My birth took place in Mar del Plata, Argentina, into a family of six including myself. Years passed, my mother gave birth to a girl and was pregnant soon after to another. My father, a strong laboring mechanic decided that it was time he moved his three boys and soon to be three girls from the home he literally built with his bare hands alone, to another country with grander opportunities, not for himself, but for his six children. He decided that with the money that cost him years of tireless work and stress he could only afford passage for himself. He set off for the United States and for months he worked day in and day out, any job he could get his hands on. He paid for our flight and had a modest, dainty apartment awaiting our arrival.

It all started moving to Sedona, Arizona after my parents got a divorce when I was three years old. I did not know much at the time what was happening but moving to Sedona was the reason why I am the girl I am today. Having a single mom, a brother and grandparents to call family was all a girl needed to be happy. I was independent, caring, and goofy when it came to friends and wanting myself to stand out from the. Having an Italian family made me appreciate what family can do and teach me to grow. Later Sedona became something what I use to know. Family started to pass, move out, and start new life’s in different locations of the world. So to me what

Why am I different? Immediately I came to realize that where I grew up was not a disadvantage, it was the one thing I will hold dear later in the years because it gave me my unique perspective. Specifically growing up in an environment where opportunities were extremely scarce, forced you to see the world in either two ways, as a pessimist or an optimist, I chose the latter. I came to the land of opportunity, said by every foreigner, to get a better education and help the people of my

Moving from country to country, state to state, and city to city every year is not the ideal childhood; but for me, it was a reality. Once my parents gave birth to my sister in Tehran, Iran, they moved to Canada where I was born. After my parents’ divorce when I was only two years old, my mother decided to leave Canada taking my sister and I to the United States; however, this was only the beginning of my travels. Our first destination was Orange Country, California. It was a beautiful city full of life, palm trees, hot weather, and a refreshing start to my childhood. Of course as I began to get use to that city and my new friends, we decided to move to Laguna Beach, California. I was determined that this would be home at last, but my mother

My heart trickled down to one beat per minute. I slowly realized the different types of people surrounding me on a day to day basis. I asked myself the following question: “Alex, why have you molded yourself into a new person?” Realizing the pace and discomfort my life was going towards, I sought to answer the question. I had lost a genuine friendship built over several years. This loss had affected me very deeply to the point I did not recognize the myself in the mirror anymore. Entering freshmen year, I was unable to enjoy the social interaction which took place around me. Trusting new people became nearly impossible. I punished those who had my best interest at heart, because I assumed they would betray me like my previous friendship. I had also assumed that every new friendship I built had an immediate expiration date. This means I chose to purposefully distance myself in order to not get hurt. The Alex Curry people became acquainted to was a falsified character of my true self. My pain developed my character into a overly trusting person to a person who could not even trust their family anymore.

When I met Josh around three years ago as his teacher assistant, he was shy, quiet and kept to himself. Yet as the semester went on he became more comfortable around me and his peers and engaged in conversation with myself and other classmates. I never imagined I would meet up with him again to do an assignment for our summer English 101 class. When I sat down with him in the Douglas library, the first thing I noticed was his prominent green eyes contrasting his darker hair followed by his welcoming smile. We chatted about what our lives had been like since the last time we saw each other and he surprised me by mentioning that he graduated from Plattsburgh State University only a week ago with a Bachelor’s of Science in Fitness and Wellness Leadership. Over the two years that he was there, he would travel forty-five minutes one way to get to class from his small town of Lyon Mountain.

Growing up I aspired to be everything my parents wanted me to be, successful, intelligent, and stable. They were big examples in my life of what hard work can achieve. My dad would put work above anything else, and wanted me to learn the same work ethic. However, work and making money was not everything to me. Everyone was trying to direct my destiny, but deep down I know my own personal legend and how I am supposed to fulfill it. Similar to Santiago, I sometimes battle with my own conscience whether to trust someone or even myself.

5Waking up in my comfy bed, wrapped in my favorite plush blanket. I hear birds chirping outside my window. I smell fumes of maple bacon from under my door seeping through my nose. I also feel my heart and mind racing as well. I knew already today was a great day, to have a great day. The day, to finally stamp my mark on the end of a chapter in my life. A very long and meaningful chapter in my life, which molded me into a man, bettered my mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. This chapter has been filled with some many memories and life lessons. This chapter of my life was my favorite, so far. This chapter of my life was high school.

When you meet a young teen, you don’t expect them to have such huge responsibilities. There are people that go through situations at such young age that may not be because of their own actions, but because of someone else’s. This is somehow seen as an example of a secondary victim. My sister and I are a good example of that. I was 13 years old when I first met my brother’s girlfriend at my younger sister’s birthday party, who by surprise, was expecting already. My family and I were in shock, and of course that was his big way of dropping the bomb. As a young guy from a very religious family this was bad and seen as a big disappointment towards my family.

I was two years old and I stayed home with my mother until I was three. Then, my father opened a grocery store. At that time I had no idea what was happening, I just knew I was traveling somewhere and that was going to be a blast. Afterwards, every day I was going to the same place for thirty-seven years, which is part of my life. I always treated my house as a hotel and the store as my first home. All my schools from Preschool through Highschool were walking distance from the store, including my first job, which was three houses down. Being at the store help me mature, since I was a little girl I facing a variety of customers. Some of the customers were sweet and friendly, yet some of them used profanity just because we did not meet their demand. My knowledge of working society came from the store.

All throughout my years in middle school, I was terrified of high school teachers due to their looks of intimidation. Upperclassmen complained about the levels of difficulty and how much teachers did not like students. As I have grown, I took notice to how educators expect time and dedication from the students in order for them to pass the class. Many teachers have given me the motivation and skills I needed to become confident in myself, three teachers who have set me up for a successful future include Mr. Silbernick, Mr. Coppicus, and Mr. Baumann.

Quickly following when I woke up, a strange sensation filled my stomach and I knew whatever it was I wouldn’t have been able to predict that I was about to experience a moment I’d remember my whole high school career. I could hear my own footsteps as they plonked down my driveway, inching my way closer and closer to my mailbox until my chin stood just above the rusty lever. As I cranked the lid open a white envelope protruding it’s way out from the pile of bills had caught my eye. The envelope made its way to my hand, a bit of pink paper emerging itself into the world as I ripped the seal. Words had arose onto the paper, transferred into my mind. I couldn’t believe my eyes, me a Freshmen would in a few terse hours be at a Sophomore’s house, and not only that, I would be there for a party. Knowing that Freshmen aren’t usually given this contingency, that’s how I know my impression matters now more than ever.

1.A personal experience I went through in my life was in my early teens was when I was living wrong and getting in trouble. So my church pastor was planning a trip to a camp in Orlando to strengthen our church it was a great experience I through. We were there for three long days .we were there for the whole weekend we came from Miami it was a four hour drive. We left early in the am and got a big bus with at least thirty people. It was something special I went through it was like a dream. During my stay we learned a lot about god