My story began like most in America. I was born to very Christian loving parents who were hardworking, family oriented people. My father was a military man, my mother worked odd jobs and was a homemaker. My young life started with turmoil due to my early childhood diagnosis of Dyslexia. I was hyperactive and was required to take medication and attend special education classes. My attitude towards learning was compromised because it was a constant struggle. My parents did all they could to help me along. We were a military family and I spent years overseas while my father served in the United States Army. My childhood had problems however I was a fun loving kid who enjoyed the outdoors, sports and nature. We moved around a lot and it was frustrating at times to relocate to a new area and school but that was the life of a military family. I dealt with the moving the best I could. My parents were Christian but not very church going. I don’t remember much church attendance growing up. I was amazed by all the different locations overseas that we lived. I got to visit so many different Countries in Europe that many can only dream about. I guess I was fortunate in that respect. My visits throughout the Gothic Cathedrals in Europe made me realize that God must be significant. I always thought of myself as being different or special. All that attention I was getting must warrant something special I believed. I wasn’t aware of how detrimental it was and I was very naive at
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There were many people in my life that got me to who I am today. My family and friends were the main people that influenced who I am. There were many events that influenced me but the most recent one is picking early college.
I was born to a nondenominational Youth Pastor and a Medical Sales Representative on July 30, 1996 in a tiny town in the Philippines called Naga Growing up, I spent most of my time with my many cousins. There was always someone to play with and always something to do. When my dad got the opportunity to become the Head pastor at a church in Northern California he took it. In November of 2002 my mom quit her job, we packed up our belongings, said our goodbyes and moved to Fremont, California.
Ever since I was little my life has been changed. It all started when I was 8 and woke up to my parents fighting. They were throwing things at each other, calling each other names, and hitting and pushing each other around. I went outside of my room to go to the bathroom and saw my birth mother, Katie, laying in the floor with a pool of blood by her head. As soon as i saw this I went back to my room and pretended that i never saw anything. I tried to go to sleep, but I found that unbearable. The next morning I was getting ready for school and I noticed that my birth mother wasn't there. It was then at the moment that I realized that she was never coming back. I continued on with my day and when i get home later that day my father wanted to
My life was not much different from the average person’s growing up. I had a mother, father, and two brothers. We had a dog. We went on family vacations. My brothers and I played sports together. I don’t really have much to complain about. It was all, for the most part, very normal.
Later on in life right around the end of Middle School, beginning of High School, I came to be my own. And what I mean by that is I became more outgoing and confident in the answers
My life was not much of an interesting one, but there were some events in which not many people know of. I was born in Palm Springs in August 19, 1999. Most of my life I have lived in Desert Hot Springs. I travel a lot in my childhood, mostly to Mexico in a small city named El Bajio. El Bajio is a small city near Aguascalientes. The world I live in is an opportunity goldmine. Not many people take advantage of this many opportunities. I feel like my childhood make me into who I am because when I was two years old, my mom was taken away, so we had to go to where she was taken. At the time I was very scared and did not know what was happening. Now a days I remember that moment and it reminds me how important family is to me. A personal accomplishment would be the time in middle school when I earned three medals(AVID, perfect attendance, and for A’s and B’s).
My childhood was fun. I got to hangout with family a lot more. I would go over to friends house and play videogames. I would play hide n seek with a group of friends. Life was a lot stressful because school was easier for me and I had less responsibilities.
October 16, 2011, Michigan Nationals vs. Lansing Spartans. The Nationals leading scorer Darin Mihelac, I look down at the jersey I am about to put on, on the back it says Mihelac in red under it the big forty-seven, the one my teammates always looked to for big plays to carry them into the playoffs for the last two seasons, me, the one that felt the pressure of every single loss my team had, the one that felt it was my fault every time they lost. Fast forward to the second period of the game I grab the rebound from the bottom of the circle from the left side of our net, “SKATE!” what I heard every time I had the puck and I always listened so I put my head down looking up every other second. Once I get to the Lansing blue line there was one defenseman who didn’t open the hips quick enough and right around the outside, I get to the Spartans goalies right side circle I wind up a wrist shot and over the goalies right shoulder I heard the same “WOOO!” thirty-three times that season. But what I felt there was always an open pass that I see every time I now hear that “SKATE!” I feel I let somebody that had a more open shot. That is just one experience of me being self centered in my life. It was being self centered because I did not pass it to my teammates and
I felt like nothing. Everything was numb. Two in the morning hit, and I knew I would regret staying up so late. At that moment though, nothing mattered. Tears stained my face and my eyes were more swollen than a broken foot. Everything was hurting. It hurt so badly I could physically feel the pain aching in my chest. I knew it wouldn’t be the end. Last time was never the last time. I knew I was lying when I said I’d never do it again. I promised myself, but any promise you make to yourself is a lie, life or death if you ask me. No one knew. Not a soul. And I intended to keep it that way. I was only fourteen. I was just a kid, hardly in the world as a teenager let alone this person with all these real feelings. As a girl, if I had
A significant event that shaped who am I today was being, hanai, which in a loose sense means adopted. It happened when I was very little, and I was blithely unaware until my parents told me sometime when I was younger. However, back then I felt completely unaffected and didn't realize how different my life could've been. The birth family, had two other daughters both of which got pregnant at age 13, the family was on drugs, and I remember one time while having to go to their home, seeing their poor dog with gashes on it's leg. In sum, they were a very problematic family from my standpoint.
I never imaged I would be composing a story about my life. I have encountered considerable challenges and obstacles that have forged and molded me as a person. Nevertheless, I did not experience some of the hardships and struggles that others have confronted in their lives, such as segregation, Jim Crow laws, riots, or not being able to vote. However, my physical, cognitive, and social development was a direct product of a no-nonsense religious upbringing. I was born in a small town in Arkansas to a relatively large family. My mother and father had seven children, three girls and four boys and I am the youngest child. My mother was an extremely rigid and religious person who believed in escorting her family
“Wake up, Wake up,” His mom yells him from his doorway. He slowly got up out of his queen size bed and made out some of the words his mom said like “where, to, be, late,” but nothing after that. He stuttered as he walked over to his white dresser in the closet of his room. He opened the drawer slowly not knowing what to wear. Which felt like an hour but was only forty-five seconds he finally found what he was going to wear. He soon made it to the bathroom, turning the cold shiny handle of the shower and not even waiting for it to get warm. “Hurry up,” his mom yelled as he hopped out of shower and quickly put his clothes on. He was in such a hurry, he almost slipped on the slippery cold tile of the bathroom floor barely catching himself with granite counter top of the sink. His mom was waiting patiently in the car not knowing if he would be there until another two hours. Suddenly as he looked at his phone charging on his bed stand he noticed the time. He basically sprinted for the elevator in his five story house with his gear and rode it down three floors to the main floor. He jumped out of the elevator and sprinted to his car still sore from being at the ice rink the last four nights practicing and training. He wasn't happy that he couldn’t get anything to eat, but new there would be snacks on his plane. They sped out of the long driveway of the five story house in East Grand Rapids.
This will be a long personal narrative about my current stressful life. Before, I came down to the University of Georgia to work with the football team my life back in East Lansing, Michigan was quite peaceful. However, I will admit I was still overly stressed with the endless amount of coursework I had, but I still had time to relax or had time to be bored and question what I should do with my time. Now taking all of my credits online and working 12-15 hour days, then traveling to the games on Saturday has me begging for more time. Furthermore, the current stressor affecting my life is time management. After learning about epigenetics and how lifestyle choices and stress can alter your gene expression, this paper came at a perfect time to
I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.