My Personal Experience : My Experience That Changed My Life

So I was in the small room with my mother and brother. I was worried if he would make it at all.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

I went to camp for the first time last summer to get away from the pressures of home and school. Camp was a month long, I have never been away from my parents more than a week. I was very anxious. I had no idea what situations to expect and how I would handle them. I started to really wonder about my life. The way it was going was not the best for me. I can “run away” from my reality, but I know that I was going to have to come back to it in a month. The way I treat people was total opposite from how I treated my parents. What my friends were capable of doing was not a bit close to what my parents would let me do, my parents are very narrow minded. My grandparents were even more

I pushed open the door, and grabbed my brothers’ hand, as I held him beside the car. I couldn't feel anything, my body felt completely numb. More cars started to pull over, and people started to climb out and call 911. Staring through the shattered windshield, I saw my mother's blood covered face.

I am from a small rural town populating roughly 1000 people, grew up with loving parents, and an otherwise ‘normal’ life. A lot of things in my life changed when I was a young teen, and these experiences have largely impacted the person I am today. My family (i.e. both parents and sister) are all Christians, although I identify myself more as an Agnostic. Because of this and because of my experiences, I have become a very open-minded and empathetic person which I believe are strengths I have in communicating with others. Although I have grown a lot in my ability to communicate effectively throughout the years, there are certainly still areas where I am limited in which I will discuss further in the paragraphs below.

Friday, September 13, 2013 was the worst involvement ever why? My mother's decreased on this day about 4 decrepitude ago. She decreased from an asthma attack furthermore, it’s not a light of day that I don’t absence my mother. The tenacious part for my brother and I was when we first realize she had decreased even though I was still youthful and still in the schoolhouse, but I knew my enthusiasm was about to constitute due to losing my mom will modify the way I examine the indicate .

It was a calm fun day with family, we were at a hotel pool. There was no lifeguard and we had the whole pool for ourselves. My mom,dad and younger siblings were on the stairs while my brother and i played around. My brother wanted to extend our ability and swim closer to where the deep end was. I of course was timid by this he slowly went to the end teasing me saying that It’s not deep and that i’m always scared of everything. After he said that he plunged down. I froze, not knowing what to do. My older sibling instincts turned on and I quickly went after him. The water went all the way up to my neck and i reached my arms to grab my brother the deep cold water constantly went into my face and each time it hit me harder. The rest of my family surprisingly still have not realised what was going on. My brother panic and yanked my arm and climbed ontop of me, Leaving me stuck underwater as he gasped for air. Each time i tried to get back up he pulled me back down in panic. Neither of us was reaching the

In life we all have something that has changed the way we perceive things. Most things that change a person’s perception happens to be an experience that they have gone thru and learned from. In my case it wasn’t necessarily an experience, it was a dog that changed my perception on life. My mind and heart was opened in a whole new way. I never thought I could love an animal just as much as I loved the people in my life. I always thought it was strange that pet owners loved and treated their pets the same way they treated their children. My perception on dogs or pets in general definitely changed. Throughout this paper you will see why I am a totally different person because of a dog that entered my life.

Everyone has that one experience that makes them look at life with a new set of eyes. My life changing experience happened a little earlier than most. It was the summer before first grade. We had gotten an exceptional amount of rain in the past months even though it was summer. I did not notice, though, because summer was every six year old's favorite holiday, next to Christmas and their birthday. My summer was supposed to be like any other but it quickly took a turn. For the best or for the worst? That is debatable.

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.

I was in the beginning of my senior year in high school when my life got so unexpectedly turned around I could barely find strength to pull myself up again. I woke up that March 15th thinking it would be just another regular day, but that night, panic attacks wouldn’t let me fall asleep. It seemed like up until then my life had been an illusion, based on lies, and I was being woken up from the world of shadows only to see I was actually in hell.

Memories are part of our past. They help us to evaluate who we are and where we have been. Throughout my life, there have been many situations that have changed me. This paper will explore the many different situations that have transformed me ever since I moved to the United States.

As a teenager, I was in a motorcycle accident that significantly affected my life. My life was drastically changed by it both temporarily and permanently. The experience taught me many things but is also one of the most prominent memories that I have as a young adult.

In a school setting I have very little experience working in groups. I have always been part of classes where presentations and work is performed individually. However, I like to collaborate with others. I am willing to do my best to help the group be successful in this class. In my job, we work as a team, which has helped me become more comfortable with team work.

Through the semester I realized that it was all right for me to not have one specific learning type. Before, discussing different types of learners in College Transfer Success I always categorized myself as a visual learner. While I primarily learn through seeing things, I found that multi-modal is a more accurate description of my learning type. When I began taking my first college courses this semester, it became more apparent that I was multi-modal. Each professor I have had this semester teaches differently, for example, some lecture, show graphs, or have hands-on labs to complete. As discussed in class I experimented with what learning style was best for me based on my learning type. About three weeks ago I visited the Interactive Learning Center (ILC) to attend the Learning Styles Lab. Through the Learning Styles Lab, I matched the learning styles that worked best for my personality. At the end of the workshop, I found that using a combination of visual, kinesthetic, and auditory learning, was the best way for me to process information internally. Putting the theory that I was a multi-modal learner to test, I made recordings, drew diagrams, and color-coded my notes. In history, I concluded it was more effective to review my notes for the class when I recorded and listened to my notes. In English, I found that I like the interactive grammar lab she had us complete.