Personal Essay : My Personal Experience

When she found out that she wasn’t going to be able to continue school after the 6th grade, she was super disappointed with my grandparents’ decision. Instead of going to school at the age of 12, she started to work at a local pharmacy. Twenty-three years later, she found the opportunity to go to school to receive her GED, which is equivalent to a high school diploma. After studying 2 years at Western Technical College in Independence, my mom earned her GED. Last year my mom was able to complete her dream of graduating high school and in addition, she gave a speech at her ceremony. I just admire my mom so much because she showed me that it doesn’t matter how old you are, you can always go and make your dreams come true. She is a true role model for my siblings and I, and even the community because she showed her will to complete her education after so many years without

1. List and briefly describe the two most significant distinctions or awards you have earned at university/college/CEGEP, or upper years in high school.

Of all the forms of literature, the most interesting might be the fairytales, or the science fiction thriller about robots. However, there lacks the sense of truth, in a way blocking the reader from true connection with the story. Memoir is real, memoir is true, and memoir can range from any end of the ocean in structure and theme.

One cold sunny weekend in February of 2014 in Madison, MS the Saint Stanislaus boys just arrived to the hotel where they would stay for the night before the big game. All was good the night before we ate and later went to sleep. We all woke up around eight in the morning and had breakfast. We left for the fields around twelve because the game was at two in the evening.

I have learned a great many things from playing soccer. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at Cool high school, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Soccer has altered all of these qualities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of soccer. The players were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't' t run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to receive the ball. I didn't' t want to be the one at fault if the play didn't' t succeed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team

Her passing has made me learn so much about myself and recognize what is truly important in life. I think about everything she has taught me or had tried to teach me all those years. I recall and replay her advice and knowledge inside my head like a broken record each time I am feeling super critical about my decisions and myself. Now that she is gone, I wish I could do it all over again and be a better son growing up. Even though I think about that on a regular basis, I have to remind myself that what done is done. She loved me no matter what. Use what I did growing up as a reminder to move forward and be successful. Most of all, I will always remember my mother for doing everything in her power to keep me moving

When it comes to religion I have always felt like an outsider looking in. I grew up as a ‘relaxed Catholic’, going to religion classes, getting my Reconciliation, my Communion, and my Confirmation, but all the while I had my doubts about the things being told to me. People would tell me that I have to believe that in order to save yourself, I must believe explicitly that God existed and that he rewards the good and punishes the wicked. The idea that the whole world was created and that I must believe in this perplex idea of a poor man who walked on water, cured blindness, rose from the dead, and was for some reason white even though he was born in Bethlehem (which is in modern day Palestine) was something that caused me to push away from religion totally.

My mother’s life is one that I look back to for guidance and up to with admiration. It has impacted me. Growing up, she did not have much. She was a part of a family that

For as far back as I can remember all the females in my family have

I can still remember vividly the day my mother passed away. My mother passed away at a critical point in my life when I was seventeen years old from a short term illness. She was sick for a week and I remember thinking this could be serious, however, my mother declined to go to the hospital because of the distance and financial hardship. I had loss my father when I was three years old, so my mother was a single mother. I have step sisters and brother, but I was not particularly close to them. Losing my mother was a defining moment in my life for it changed my life irrevocably. I was devastated, but I had to become strong, proactive and it spurred me to choose a new career path.

You hear the whispered shuffling of nearly silent footsteps across shag carpeting. Soft hands surround you, shrouding you in darkness and leaving only overbearing cherry lotion scents to give you a sense of where you are. A nauseating feeling comes in as you feel yourself rising, the air ever so slightly vocalizing a hushed whoosh on every side of you. A flood of warm ochre light blinds you for a moment, bringing you back to awareness. The hands that startled you before now carefully tear the plastic that once coated your body off, and you can feel their warmth much stronger than when they first held you. An air bubble pops quietly and you quickly find that a rubbing motion is spreading parts of you over rough lips that exhale a wind

I want to so bad, I want to push. My thumbs ache with tension, and anticipation. They know what is to come, they want it to come. My chest is heaving now, like a mad man’s. Am I mad? I am pushing now. Pushing my dirt clustered thumbs into the sockets of her eyes. She is awake now. The pain she must be feeling is unfathomable. The juices of her eyes are watering out now, dripping ever so closer to the rust dusted floor. I push deeper, harder, with more purpose now. I know what I am doing, but never have I done it before. The outcries of her’s are masked by the deep, monotone, grunting of my own. I haven’t stopped screaming since I began, and I fear now that I never will. I can see the tendons in my thumbs, flexed, and alert. My long uncut

game and to where I can help out the players and teach the staff members little secrets on how to screen share, teach them to be more active on the forums and help players on the forums and ill try my hardest to move players on TeamSpeak. I am dedicated to any tasks given to me, I finish whatever I started/given to start. If I am given a task in real life it would be done in a professional way without delay because I want to make sure they don't have something on their heads and stressing the person out and ill make sure it has been done with professionalism. This would help the Faithful community in that should I be placed in any situation on the server which requires me to provide all my help to the players, I would be able to satisfy

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.

She taught me important lessons and one of them was how to be an independent female. she told me if I wanted to be successful, college will lead you the right path that you need to be at. Whenever she told me stuff like this, it would help and encourages me a lot. I have never been in any hard situation in my life and that’s because my mom is always by my side. Whether she’s away from me or not, distance will never separate us no matter what. she is my inspiration and he keeps me motivated to get my degree heart Surgeon, my dream job.