My Personal Past Experience

We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations, and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors helped you to grow? (800)

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

MY personal experience was visiting Busch Gardens for the first time in Tampa Florida. The scenery was extremely beautiful and a very playful place to enjoy during the holidays. As I walked in the smell of different food grabbed my attention. The food court was very clean, but I couldn’t eat yet due to the fact that I wanted to hop on the roller coaster. The roller coasters were so huge it was nothing compared to the fun spot in Orlando Florida. My skin started to shiver because they were going too fast, people were screaming and I wasn’t sure if it was due to happiness or being scared.

I look up to see a smiling baby with blue eyes, so sweet and innocent. Who knew life would throw these obstacles at us. Only a few days old and her future began to become unclear, already having to go through life changing surgeries. Everybody has a personal experience, some happy while others are not as joyful. Sometimes all you can do is hope that there is a chance things can go your way. But the hardest part is staying strong for those you love.

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 was young, every adult I met told me, “Don’t be in a hurry to grow up!”, and I told them I was not. Though I looked forward to my freedoms I would achieve as I became older, I usually enjoyed being a child to the full extent. There was no other time in my life that was full of pure happiness; but one minute I was five years old, spread out on the living room floor, tearing through the Target toy catalog and circling everything with a black marker, the next minute I was seventeen, smiling sheepishly while my parents’ friends ask where I planned on going to college.

Throughout my childhood, there were many different places I considered home. From the southeast to the northwest I have lived in various environments and experienced different cultures and types of people. It started when I was born in Jacksonville, Florida and after two months my parents moved my brother and I to Chamblee, Georgia to be closer to family and out of the countless hot days in Florida. We were there until i was six years old, after I had developed good friends and had a solid community surrounding me. Moving out of Chamblee was not the worst, but it was hard because I was little and did not fully understand why we were leaving. From Chamblee we went to Vashon Island, Washington, across the country. My parents fell in love with Vashon after visiting during the short period of its sunny days, so they decided to move us out there. Vashon was my favorite place ever and it still is. I was there from six years old to ten. It was not the longest amount of time I’ve ever lived somewhere but it was the place I grew out of my shell, met lifelong friends, and started swimming. After the crash of 2008 hit, my parents lost almost everything and we had to move out of the place I thought I would live forever. We moved off Island to University Place and were there for only my 5th grade year. It was a hard year, but I swam again and met great friends. After a brief year in University Place, my parents decided to move back to Georgia to be close to supportive family, and that

I live in a small house in Albuquerque, New Mexico, I was starting middle school in a few months. I didn’t want to leave all my friends I had in Elementary school but my parents said I would make new friends at my new school. The summer went by so fast it was already the first day of school. I was so scared but before I had enough time to get back into the car my mom had already drove off and I knew I had to get through the day so I could go back home and play with my friends I had already knew. Throughout the day teachers helped me find where I need to go and I realized I had one girl with the same classes I had which made it easier for me and her. Sixth grade was over and I had made so many friends but I only had a best friend I made that year. In seventh grade, I had the same classes again with my best friend. I never thought I would make more friends. I trusted this girl with everything but things started to change throughout the school year. My best friend was not my best friend anymore by the time we were going on Christmas Break. Noting made sense on why she just stopped talking to me. I would come home and cry and talk to my mom about everything, “just let her be and you guys will be friends again” my mom said so I just left it and maybe my mom was right so I just let it go until Christmas Break was over and we had to go back to school.

Being raised in the Chicano culture in a small underprivileged metropolis which had very little community spirit, I was taught to be able to fend for myself at a young age. My family was uptight about my reputation as if our family’s honor depended on it. I was expected to be an admirable and thoughtful person to others while keeping my personal problems inside. This setting vastly affected on how I presented myself my whole life.

My Junior year of high school I found my self sitting in a freezing classroom of my Money Management Skills class. I was struggling to keep myself awake as my teacher and DECA advisor, Mr. Kaluza, rambled on through ways to plan for retirement, and best ways to invest your money in the changing market. Then he introduced our guest speaker for the day, Kyle Hoggarth, a local financial advisor at Edward Jones. Kyle introduced himself and went right into carrying on what Mr. Kaluza had begun, nearly putting the entire class into a glorious slumber. Moments before I was about to fall in line with my classmates. He gave some advice that I have found to be profoundly true so far in my life, looking over the class he said.

Four antiquity ago on Friday, September 13, 2013 was the worst involvement I ever had why? My mother dematerialize on this particular day constantly it was a bad day. This condition is about the death of my mother. She had decreased from an asthma attack Furthermore, it not a light of day that I don’t observe my mother.to lose my mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished myself had given up, but I knew I would break the promise we made years ago before she dematerialize. Therefore, I knew my heart was about to modification due to losing my mom will observe the way I examine the planet.

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.

This whole summer was the worst summer I have ever encountered. I learned many different lessons and the whole experience taught me a lot. It all started in the beginning of May 2016, when I first ever talked to Raf, the new foreign exchange student, over Facebook. We talked and Facetimed several times throughout the summer. Most of the time I could not understand what he said because his English sounded truly horrendous. His bad English and his accent would be difficult to adjust to.

There is a myth that in seven years, your body regenerates itself. The idea is that in that time span span, all of your cells will have regenerated themselves, so the individual parts of your body have been switched out. If this is true, this raises the question: are you the same person you were seven years ago? Unfortunately, this myth has been debunked. There are some parts of your body that stay the same throughout your entire life, like your tooth enamel and your retinas. Nevertheless, the original question still stands.

I am a perfectionist, or a precisionist as some may say. I am deathly afraid of failure, and possessed with the notion that if I make even one minute error, I will lose everything I have fought to achieve. And unfortunately, that fear controls me. My goal of being best I can be is what damns me, and it was not until recently that I how inhibited I am by my anxiety. When I first enrolled in College Credit Plus (CCP) Composition 1, I had no idea what to expect, all I knew was that I was going to get an A in the class no matter what it took. Like normal, apprehension consumed me and I could think about nothing but the grades and the possible ways I could fail. Now, I am nearing the end of the course. Looking back, working hard, in spite of my fear, gave me an irreplaceable gift. I have come to realize, through taking CCP Composition 1, that my perfectionist attitude has complete control over my writing, and furthermore, through the ordeals of the class I have come to understand that I can change, that I do not have to be consumed with worry, and that I can allow myself to write the true feelings of my soul without restraint.