Personal Experience : My Memories And Memories Of My Life

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

On the evening of June 5, 2015, it was the day of my graduation at Our Lady of Refuge Catholic School. I was somewhat nervous, but yet confident and proud of myself that I made it this far in my academic career, and to graduate was a bittersweet moment in my life. The sweet part was that I graduated and I was about to start a new chapter in my life which was high school! However, I didn't want to leave the school because everybody at that school was like a part of my family. When that day finally came, I was ready to enter in the Church with my class to begin the ceremony.

It seemed like a normal day at the time, the sun was shining, the waves crashed on the shore, steady and reassuring. I did a lot of thinking that day. I thought of my future, of what I wanted to accomplish in life.Only now I realize that it wasn’t a normal day at all. It was the day I decided to graduate early.

Have you ever had any experiences that you don’t realize are life lessons until you’re left to learn from them? They’re the kind of life experiences you wish were just bad dreams because they stress you out to the point you hate yourself for what you’ve done or put yourself through. Sometimes God presents us with difficult situations to test us and our reactions. These are also the experiences that inspire you to be a better person, and teach you that you can get through the rough patches in life perfectly fine after all. For me, life has recently presented me with some pretty recent trials, all in a matter of a few consecutive months, that have tested me. Going through an unpleasant break-up, being sent to a girls’ home not long after, and finally coming home to a sort of unfamiliar routine. That’s where I am in this process; learning from my mistakes and allowing myself to realize that these lessons and events are what God has planned for me to encounter.

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

The month of June came in a rush. Before I knew it the season of senior activities had begun; prom arrived, our senior picnic at the park happened, and graduation practice was held. Yet none of these events could compete with graduation day. The night before June 14th, the excitement of the approaching event continuously nibbled at precious hours of sleep, and for once I couldn’t wait for my alarm to go off. When it finally did, I jumped up out of bed, all ready to start the day. After the time spent to get dressed in the appropriate attire had passed, those who I live with—my mother, brother, and younger sister—had all been ready. My excitement increased then, but I don’t think it surpassed my mother’s own excitement. Practically shoving me into the car to get me on the way to graduation, my mother and I wore a grin the whole way to the Siegel Center, despite my little sister asking a million questions in the backseat, and despite the traffic that had grown with the other graduates trailing behind. With even

The sun rose in a pool of crimson and gold, spilling light all over the land and the white clouds. From freezing night, it turned to scorching day as the sun climbed towards its zenith. The sunsets have been glorious lately, all rosy and salmon- pink. It was the day of my graduation the excitement rushed like an adrenaline throughout my body I was thrilled that I reached a milestone in my lifetime. All of the sudden the jubilant scenery turned into a melancholy one as the ceremony proceeded. It was from this moment that I realized that my life of adulthood would commence.

Was I supposed to be happy or sad, or maybe both? I felt ecstatic that I had made it this far, however I was devastated that I would soon have to leave the comfort of the known. That warm, some may say oppressive, 90F days was the perfect time to take a walk across the stage. The sound of my name being called echoed across the field and I started my walk. Too many people stood between me and my diploma. One handshake and then another and finally I had it. The blue leather book was mine. It was so smooth and contained all of my hard work. The word “Windham High School” were embossed in golden yellow, almost the color of the yellow M&M’s. I had finally done it. The teachers lined the walkway, like proud parents. I could feel tears starting to well up, having to say “Thank You”; with a simple walk my joyous days became somber. I realized that no matter what mistakes I made or even how well I did I still made it to

The last nine years have gone by so fast. Watching my sister graduate back in 5th grade, I never thought this day would come. The only thing I was thinking about was when we would eat dinner that night. Now that this day is finally here, I can't believe it. I have had so much fun and made so many great memories here at St. Mary's. Walking into kindergarten with my parents to meet my teacher, I was nervous. I never thought I would make so many friends. Then, kindergarten was over and it was off to first grade. I had my own desk, and there was no nap time. After experiencing my first fire drill and growing bean plants by the window, it was time for second grade. In second grade, I made my first communion and I played an angel in the Christmas pageant. Then it was over, and my last year at the PGC began. Third grade was one of the best school years I had. I loved watching Because of Winn Dixie and reading books on Mrs. Wetherald's couch. Third grade went by in a flash, and my time at the PGC was over. I was very nervous to move to the UGC, but after the first week, I knew I was going to have a lot of fun. Gym class was so much different from the PGC, and I liked it a lot more. Fourth grade seemed to last forever, having fun with my friends and doing word searches while sitting in bean bags. However, all good things must come to an end.

I had so many questions! What was even going on? Then it all clicked when I looked back at how this day went. It was a surprise graduation party! When I originally graduated high school back in June, I had been writing full-time so I opted to work instead of planning some type of celebration. All my friends from back home had made the trip up, and almost every close family member was able to make some type of appearance. Since school was quickly approaching, it was wonderful to see everyone one last time before I got busy with a whole new challenge at Curry. At the time, I hadn’t even realized it, but it was like I was closing the book on the childhood portion of my life. Without a doubt, it turned out to be my favorite moment of the summer just because of the element of surprise. Getting told how proud people were of me and that they truly believed in what I wanted to do, will stick out in my mind forever. It was the perfect ending to a summer that would likely be my last, before I entered true adulthood and started carving out my own path in this

Graduation day arrived and I had butterflies out of this world. It seemed as if I misplaced everything. I could not find my dress. My family came from one state to another. I finally got to the church were the commencement was going to be held. I

Monday, May 16th, graduation day. It’s 5:37 in the morning and I remember this cause I never wake up earlier than 8 unless I have to, but today I didn’t have to. It’s the day culminating twelve years of hard work and dedication into a three hour ceremony in which I will actually have to do something with my life other than a routine I believe I’ve perfected throughout these last four years. I roll over and pick up my phone, a dim light comes through a slit in my window shades just to remind me how early it actually is. I can’t fall back asleep so I decide to get out of bed. I sit up on my bed rubbing my eyes trying to make sense of the room around me, I may have lived here for 18 years but I can never find the cord to my ceiling light. I

Today was the day June, the fourteenth graduation day I got up with butterflies in my stomach. It started at two o'clock, but the students had to be there by twelve to make sure we all came on time. I was so nervous to go to graduation because I got a call less than 24 hours ago about a speech I wasn't prepared for. My mom could see the nervous look in my face and told me “ you're going to do great don’t worry, we're all proud of you.” After my pep talk, it was time for me to start getting ready. My cousin curled my hair and my

Being a 15 year old kid in the tiny town of Walcott, Iowa, there isn’t very much adventure. The inability to drive, combined with the very few activities available in Walcott, creates a recipe for a teenager striving to find some form of independence. For me, this freeing feeling came through my trips to the town library over the summer.