My Personal Experience : The Experience Of My Life

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

When I was 11, my parents were battling in an ugly divorce. I wasn't seen as a kid because for a brief moment I became an adult that could make tough life changing decisions. As a child , I was confused on what was happening. I didn’t understand why my mom was gone one day, returned the next and then  just gone. I couldn't comprehend why police officers would regularly come to my broken home. The gruesome divorce and after period was an emotional roller coaster that never ended until today. It was difficult to adapt to the new lifestyle with a new single mom. I vividly remember having to sleep on the floor for months , having an empty naked white fridge and having to support my single mother every night as she dealt with depression. Although, life was hard I stayed strong, supported my sisters and accepted the new life I  was given.

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

When I was younger I never really thought I was different from other kids; I mean I knew I was adopted by my grandparents but I never had to do anything differently until about second grade. We were doing a family tree activity which was meant to be an easy assignment because it was pretty much just fill in the blank of your family member, but I can remember the feeling I got as my teacher was almost done with the directions and all of my other classmates were already rushing to start while I was still just staring at my blank

I began to realize and notice that I was a minority in my new school and from preschool to middle school I was always in the majority. Most of my best friends were still at my middle school and I was not adjusting well to the fact that I was by myself. I was unable to handle the change work wise, as well. But, most of all, I realized that I was surrounded by people as smart as me and even smarter than me. Nonetheless, as the months passed by and I sat among my new peers, I realized something that would mark the transition from my childhood to my adulthood.

There are moments in life, looking back when you realise that right at that moment, your life changed forever. But, just 13 at the time I did not realise the amount eating disorders such as Anorexia would play in my life over the next 5 years.

We all have our own opinions on things. Some people have strong opinions. When people with strong feelings get together and notice they have differing opinions, it can lead to arguments. That’s what happened in my case. Recently, I experienced my first big fight with my parents over how many college classes I should be able to take.

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.

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.

Being a 15 year old kid in the tiny town of Walcott, Iowa, there isn’t very much adventure. The inability to drive, combined with the very few activities available in Walcott, creates a recipe for a teenager striving to find some form of independence. For me, this freeing feeling came through my trips to the town library over the summer.

At this point my life was not how I had pictured it being, and when I compared it to others in my peer circle I realized how much of my life I had missed out on due to my father’s parenting style, my mother’s inability to stand up for herself, and a series of other unfortunate events that never seemed to let up. Up until the second grade I thought all kids went through what I went through, dealing with an incarcerated father, who, when out of jail would be drunk for long periods of

It was a fine day in Bentonville, Arkansas. I was thinking about all the fun that I would be having this summer with my two best friends, Percy Ross and Warren Drews. It was three o’clock and it was finally summer. This was a great year since I had no major injuries unlike last year when I broke my arm. The following six months were the worst months of my life. To make it even worse, it was during summer. I was injury free for an entire year, until the break occurred.

“Put your shoes on!” My mom yells as I run out of our old wooden cabin.

Walking up to Las Vegas Academy’s campus as a freshman for the very first time was unimaginably exciting. I noticed right off the bat that I have many more responsibilities that teacher rely on me to fulfill, awesome friendships that seem unlikely, and genuinely fantastic, pure enthusiasm that fuels all the teachers and staff at LVA. At first, I was a little scared of my placement in terms of my abilities, and I thought I was in the wrong place at LVA. However, no I believe I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I waked into LVA thinking I knew it all, but I realize now that I have so much to learn, and LVA will fill in the gaps. As of now, I look at last year, already, and think about all the unwise decisions I made academically and socially. For example, I would procrastinate to work on some of the most crucial assignments, succumbing to distractions, and I would let my friends be alone sometimes just because I wanted to be alone. I wish I could change some of those instances. Nevertheless, these decisions and their corresponding lessons make me who I am, which is someone that wants to change for the better.

I think that all of my lifes experiences even the hardships have defined how I've grown and matured. I've been told my times that I used to be a crazy, hyperactive kid growing up. That I used to not be able to sit still and constantly got into trouble. Some of the stories of I remember and some I think we're a little exaggerated from the truth. For the ones I do remember are the ones that I will remember for my whole life. Such as the times I would come home with bruises and cuts from day camp or the one of the many times I was sent to the my pre school's principal's office for causing trouble. Or the scar on my forehead that is constantly reminding me of my past self. And I wouldn't want any of my past to change, because it has taught me many lessons. Eventually as I got older my personality definitely was shaped by the friends I hung out with. My class in middle school was noticeably split up into those stereotypical school groups: athletes, gamers, gangsters/ delinquents,and the misfits. I spent my middle school time as a part of almost all of the groups. At the beginning I felt like being part of the athletes would make me popular, but I soon found out most of them were too full of themselves. I like playing sports and winning along side my teammates, but they stayed known as my teammates and not friends. Later I starting hanging out with the gamers and it was probably the most fun I had during my middle school years. Most of them became great friends of mine and I