Personal Statement Draft 1 Prompt 1 - Background or story central to identity 10 in the morning on a Friday, Veteran’s Day. Being as lazy as I would make this scenario none but imagination if it were not for one specific event of sorts. Sitting in a Starbucks, the only one among two other friends without a drink yet all three of us are more than excited for what the next hour has in store. The first signs rolled up in sight from the front door, lined up, and staring us right in the eyes. Flat fours, exhaust ranging from one tip to four, and badges encircling a familiar six star pattern. Today marked a day I would go to my first actual car meet (the last one went too was when I was younger than I can remember and was more or less my parents dragging me along because no one else was able to look after me). To be specific it was a Veteran’s Day meet for exclusively Subaru owners. Why am I at a …show more content…
Simple fact that my obsession with cars dwindles down to an unhealthy desire to own a WRX. Anyway, the second my friends and I spotted the first Subies and heard that distinctive sound, we were all kinds of giddy. We moved to the area where they had all collected and made out a few cars we had known beforehand and of course some new “faces” just waiting to be drooled on by us young folk. A few more cars came with the inclusion of the first time my friends and I heard a blow off valve in person and possibly the second most memorable part soon ensued. Everybody (without exaggeration) had such passive natures. The fact we all shared the same interests, likes, and hobbies brought everyone here. Many went so far as to introduce themselves and a few (including my clique) took the time to snag content for Instagram and whatnot. The social aspect went so far that I was mistaken for a person that owned one of the more noticeable cars despite neither me or my friends had a license let alone a Subaru. Time
I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.
It was a beautiful, cool July morning in the mountains of Colorado; the birds were chirping and the leaves on the trees were rustling. I could almost taste the bacon sizzling on the stovetop as my mother made breakfast. Nothing could ruin a perfect morning like this… At least that’s what I thought. Interrupting the cooking of breakfast, my mom’s cell phone strangely began to ring; there hadn’t been many people trying to contact my mom since she was on vacation. However, my mom ran to answer the call. “Oh, it’s your sister,” I heard my mom say. Although I was in a different room, I could hear the concern and worry in my mother’s voice moments after she answered the phone. Instantaneously, my heart began to race. I began feeling sick to my stomach
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.
I walked out of the locker room and stepped onto the ice in Valley City to start the game for third place in state. Once my team and I were all on the ice we started doing our warm ups. Soon the buzzer goes off telling us we are done with the warm ups and we all skate to the bench.
The summer of my sophomore year, my alcoholic mother hit rock bottom and entered a rehab facility to better herself. Frustration and confusion masked my face not knowing if my mom will get better or not. I will never forget the day walking my drunk mother into the rehab facility while she was hugging and crying on my shoulder saying “I love you Kenzie, I am going to get better”. Today I realize that this experience has influenced my personal identity as well as my education ambitions.
It was an ideal day to do an inquiry for my social study project. And to face death. Not that the two have anything in common. When you hear the term “sudden death,” you don’t expect there to be an actual loss of life, but there was nothing ordinary about that day. It was the day that affected everyone’s life. It was September 10, 2018. It’s not natural when in one flash you are doing a typical class project and, in another flash, something clicks your brain. Bahm! You then start acting like detectives. Suddenly everything falls as you come to realize the truth.
The air was cold, bone chilling cold. A day like any other, or so we thought. We had just moved from Sedona, a small town in Arizona that was known for its beauty in the nature. We left because my dad got a new job as an electrical engineer at some big company based out of Ohio.
As we swiftly hopped in the car I started to panic. In my mind there were unimaginable things. Is she going to die? Does she feel good? What was going to happen to her? As I glared at her she looked out the window with a melancholy look on her face. It felt like 100 years passed by when we finally reached the doctor’s office my aunt quickly explained to the doctor what was going on with her daughter my cousin. After a few minutes in the waiting room we were transferred to the back where they checked Cynthia’s weight, blood pressure, and her heart. The doctor then passed us to a room and she drew blood from Cynthia once the results were in the doctor said you have to leave now take her to the children’s hospital. My aunt stopped and it was
If I had anywhere else but in school, I would be a place I enjoy so much, I do not like it when i'm at home doing nothing. I always like to be active, so if I can pick to be anywhere but in County Prep, I would be in an indoor basketball court playing with my friends. The reason I would pick an indoor basketball court because we do not need to be worried about any outside distractions and the main reason is because the ball can go in the streets. As lame as that sounds it's where I find happiness and playing one of my favorite sports with my friends. One of the main reason I rather be in an indoor basketball court with my friends because anywhere I go with my friends is a good time but when we always meet up at the park or an outside basketball
UP TO THAT DAY, I'd had a Brady Bunch, cookie-cutter, beautiful life. I now know what it's like to have a 110-story building that's been hit by a 767 come down on my head. For better or for worse, it's part of my life. There are things I never thought I'd know that I now know.
I can't wait for the cotton ball trees and the snow days of the cold winter.
From the moment I was born me and my twin sister were always seen as a pair. We did everything together; we had the same friends, we ate the same food, we drove the same car, we were on the same athletic teams. We did everything together for fifteen years. However, one day I decided that I wanted to create my own identity. After playing soccer for ten years on the same team with my twin, I finally decided I was going to do something by myself. I decided to switch over and conquer the game of golf without my sister by my side.
The tiger quickly climbed the nearest tree and then totally ignored me.” It all started when our uber driver geek, Randy Jackson, woke up in a imaginary desert. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling abnormally angered, Randy Jackson stroked a potato, thinking it would make him feel better. Absolutely excited, he saw that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Dee Jackson. Randy Jackson had known Dee Jackson for 200 years, the most of which were crazy ones. Dee Jackson was unique. She was outgoing though sometimes a little... pestering. Randy Jackson called for her, for the situation was important.
My identities are complicated and hard to explain so the best way I can do at this point is do kind of a free form of the two and then explain them the best way I possibly can. My first identity would be the blue collar professional one (Mr. Coverdale). he is well-spoken, poised, well-mannered, and knowledgeable. The second identity (Henry). He would be the short tempered, disrespectful, and just do not care about anyone or anything but himself and takes no bull from anyone. They get along more than they disagree with each other helping each other out in a way that things get done in the right way, but they do bump head from time to time. The situation in which that happens has to be the most challenging and conflicting. sometimes one is entirely