Personal Autobiography : My Personal Experience

My earliest memories of being read to was when I was about four or five years old, my mom had read me princess books along with cat in the hat ones. She knew that in order for me to fall asleep, she had to read me a couple pages of the book I wanted. The earliest memory I have of writing was when I started Pre-K, there I began to learn how to write my name. Like most little kids, my handwriting wasn’t the best but It improved over time. I only remember the teacher would give us a worksheet full of colors and we had to learn how to write them out. In Pre-K the students were basically forced to take a nap, before that nap the teacher that I had read us maybe ten pages of a book. All of my memories were

In November of 2012, I got sick. For three days my mother kept me out of school, for a mild fever. I don 't even remember feeling ill; it was simply three days off for fun. After the fever broke, I went back to school as normal. All I remember next is my head never stopped aching. Day or night, school or home, medicine or no medicine. Nothing ever made me better. It is now October of 2017, five years, and I can 't tell you the last day I remember my head not aching.

My earliest memories of being read to were when I was five years of age and my

The pain in my ear was unbearable. I started to freak out because I had no idea what had happened. One moment I was running around the trailer and the next I was on the ground with a weird ringing sound in my ear. I was rushed to the emergency room that night. They told me that a bolt had broken off of the tire my dad was fixing and that it had hit me in the ear. They said if it would've been anymore to the right I would have lost my hearing in my right ear. When I was getting stitches they had six doctors holding me down because the medicine they used to numb the pain didn't work. I felt like an animal trapped in a small cage with no room to move. This experience started with a simple calling of my name to help my dad in the garage.

Statistics have proven as you grow and get older you experience many changes and continuities in your lifetime.It is almost impossible to move forward in life without any changes .Whether the changes are simple or meaningful they're apart of life . As you get older you have to adjust to different circumstances and life has its obstacles which help develop and create your character overtime. Ever since feburary 16 - to present day I have witnessed many changes and continuities drastically throughout my life that made me the person I am.From my parents getting a divorce growing up in a single parent household,and being the ball girl at mcdonald's all american games all have help shape and form the individual I am today .Throughout my life journey somethings did stay the same like,my family has always been my biggest support system and i know that will always stay the same.

I believe that I reached the “self-authorship” in the very early ages of my young adulthood regarding career settings and some perspectives on life. I have always valued the importance of education and wanted to be an educator since I was in high school or even earlier. After graduating from college, I chose to be a teacher over the high-salary jobs of being a Japanese interpreter. I always told myself that I would never be the one I wanted to be without obtaining higher education and working in the field of education. My commitment to education has always been clear, and it derives from my personal life story.

I was born late in the night on June 18, 2006 at Einstein Medical Center. I weighed 8 pounds and 3 ounces at birth. I was the third, and last, child, but the first daughter. I have two older brothers, Chirag and Mihir. My mom had to get a C-section to give birth to me because she was unable to give birth to me regularly. Before I was born, my parents had already picked out my name. They heard it in a classical Indian song, and when my mom heard it, she knew what she wanted to name me right away. My name means treasure. Two days after I was born, I went home from the hospital. On June 29, I had my Naming Ceremony because in my culture, the tradition is eleven days after a child is born, they have their Naming Ceremony. By the time I was one,

I was born August 24th, 2001. I learned how to walk around 1 and a half. I started talking a lot around two. When I was 3 through 4 years old when my family and I would go camping I would always wonder off and explore with them I was a adventures child. I moved to Hawaii when I was six years old. My dad was deployed into Hawaii when he was in the Army. He was also deployed into Washington when I was 7 I didn’t like it, but it was fun when my Dad wasn’t drunk. When I was seven years old, I discovered video games.I hardly ever went outside to play games. I would just sit there playing games. I would play games all day every day until I was 11. I put on a lot of weight but took it off around age 12 through 13. I scootered a lot when I was 12 through 13.

During the cool fall Saturday mornings, my dad would wake me up early to leave for rocket football games. We drove in a grey dodge truck that would jam out to music like Led Zeppelin, the Eagles, and Pink Floyd. My dad when he was younger used to play the drums, so while we were driving he would tap the steering wheel and the fold up seat in between us with the beat of the song. Those were the first moments that my passion for drumming was fueled. By late elementary school, my parents gave me some electric drum sticks that would connected to my mp3 player and would make noise with every tap. I played those for years until I reached middle school where I adapted and found another way to show my passion.

Josh Radnor said, “A lot can change in a year.” Last year I had absolutely no idea who I was. My main priority was to be like everyone else and only concern was what everyone thought of me. I have always been drawn to the church so I joined a Christian organization, Young Life, as a way to express that yet feel accepted. After spending every other day with the people in Young Life I started to see myself differently. I transformed myself into the most common Peachtree City girl I could imagine. I changed my wardrobe, changed my diet, and changed my hair. I did not want to be the typical dark haired Hispanic, I wanted to be and feel as important as a white girl in society. After dying my hair lighter and adding blonde streaks I felt more

I graduated from the University of South Carolina with a degree in Music and Media Technology. I also have extensive study in Exercise Science. I worked in the Alcoholic Beverage Industry for nearly ten years in retail and distribution. I currently co host and manage a podcast on strength and conditioning as well as maintain a blog that runs with the show producing heavily researched articles between 1200 and 2000 words. I have fine writing skills as an essayist and article writer, including published articles in a quarterly regional magazine. I enjoy the research of a topic as much, or more, than the writing. So, I would not be afraid if asked to write on a topic I am not currently intimately familiar with. My schedule is free and I

When I moved from Reston, Virginia to small town Pittsboro, North Carolina, I felt like an outsider. I had just lost some of the only friends I had ever known, a neighborhood that was lively and caring, most importantly of that traumatic experience, I had just lost a community that cared. Before I moved when I was very young, I skipped kindergarten and went straight into first grade; but not into traditional private or public school, I was homeschooled. Homeschooling gave me the comfort and freedom to explore the world and to learn at my own pace. It was a great balance, and I learned time management and planning early on, as well as a confidence in myself that hadn’t wavered, yet.

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I was running down the muddy street of Buffalo hearing some sneers and mothers telling their children to “look away from that black thing.” I’m somewhat used to the ignorance of others even after I came north. I expected there to be less sneering and cursing at me in the north, well in comparison, it is less than if I was in the south.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.