There have been many times that I've wondered to myself if I should write a book about my life. One way to describe the events of my life would be a roller coaster ride that I'm strapped in and unable to get off. With great heights of excitement, lows lower than rock bottom, and never ending loops in between, itt's a wonder I'm still alive. I have very few recollections of my life before the age of eleven; for reasons I'm unsure of, but I can certainly try to reminisce. Pictures are worth a thousand words, at least that's what I've been told. A large amount of my childhood memories are stored in pictures. Another way I'm able to recall childhood memories is through the stories people tell me about myself. I do have vague memories of playing kitchen at my grandmothers during the time I stayed with her. I remember aspiring to be a cook just like she was, and with my little apron and oven mits she assured me that I was one step away from having my own cooking show. …show more content…
New was I, to the world filled with braces, acne, boys and peer pressure. It was never my concern, how people looked at me or what they thought of me, but all at once it seemed that almost everything I did resulted in inevitable judgement. It was clear to me that I needed to find a place to fit in. Fortunately, I found an acting company that allowed me to express my love for the arts and unknowingly helped overcome some of my social
Have you ever thought of what has happened in to your life? What you have experienced? Throughout my life I have thought that I did not have that many experiences, but in reality, I have done many things other kids would not have experienced. I have pulled a calf muscle and at the same time popped a knee. This is just one of the biggest things that I have experienced and will never forget about.
I was bruised, bitten, and banged up, and I loved it. The weekend had completely made my summer and filled in a part of my personality that I never knew existed. My king salmon fishing trip taught me perseverance, trust, tolerance, and that it is not always the trophy, but instead the journey you take along the way.
There was once a boy with pride and aspiration, he wanted to become a doctor. His parents were very satisfied with his grades, and every exceptional thing was expected out of him. He was always so self-reliant, but this boy wanted more in his life, he wanted action. As smart as he was, intelligence couldn’t give him everything, the unsuspected came out for utmost people, specifically his parents. He developed into a bully, an obnoxious and insolent bully, with good grades. However, he was very infamous for all the atrocious deeds he’s done, putting him in the center of hate. By eleventh grade his grades went drastically low, making his parents dispirited in him. After graduation, instead of advancing to college, he became an unemployed man.
Three days. Three days Emily sat at home, she knew she was being ridiculous but part of her couldn’t go back just yet. Her thesis had reached the point where she was just editing and editing and well editing some more. The awards were in 2 months meaning she four days left until she had to send it in, pictures and editing and all. Her eyes were burning and she couldn’t read her words anymore. She sent her files to Alex, begging him to edit it for her as well. After doing that she flopped down onto her couch and closed her eyes. Bast made herself comfy on her chest, soft purring was pulling Emily into sleep. She was on the verge of sleeping when her laptop woke her up, it was a skype call, from one Lloyd Holden.
I came back home to pack my belongings in order to be hospitalized. I did not know whether I would ever be able to come back to my place with sound body. I sincerely regretted my drinking and smoking habit. Those bad habits may have triggered or helped development of the cancer. However, nothing much I could do at that moment. The only one I can rely on was God. I prayed and tried to stay strong and be focus on a miraculous recovery. However my situation did not get better. The flow of urine got weaker, and it took longer to empty my bladder. I had to go to the toilet frequently, because a little drop of urine kept trickle out and it stained underpants right after my toilet usage. I did not feel complete emptiness of my bladder. Yet I prayed
Walking into a restaurant that serves almost nothing but pizza, which is something you have never had before, kind of frightens you thinking you might not even like the pizza. Once the waitress brought out this steaming hot pan with gooey, cheesy, and mushy pizza on it made me wonder why I have not tried this any sooner. It made my taste buds crave this taste for the next two weeks. Another thing I’m crazy about is chicken alfredo. My mother served this delicious dish to me for the very first time when I was eleven years old. It was so creamy and moist. The sauce in it gave you a million different tastes; the chicken in it was so moist and juicy. Lastly, a couple of months ago I went to Outback steak house in Tupelo; they accidentally
I was so annoyed with this hike for the fact that the mosquitoes were so bad it's like when my little brother throws a bunch of legos at me, and the night hike has started. This hike is called the sensory hike it's at night and it's when we do our solo hike AT NIGHT it's gonna be so scary. When the hike started it was I should be thinking more positive but so much could happen in the next couple hours. I have been so tired from atwood the hikes take FOREVER and they make your legs hurt a lot. After walking for like an hour my group and I finally went to the stop for the solo hike.
Growing up with two older sisters I looked up to them as great role models. Whether or not if they realize it, I watched everything they did as they became active members of our local 4-H club and got involved in school. I grew up with early Saturday mornings to watch cross country meets, and late summer nights during the fair. My two sisters have influenced my life in a vast amount of ways, and I am grateful for the valuable lessons they have been able to bestow upon me. Along with watching them get involved in high school, I also watched them purchase their own vehicle. However, little did I know they didn’t own these vehicles as they both received car loans in order to purchase them. Each of my sisters had a different experience with their car loan and they each taught me a different, yet valuable lesson about what to do when I purchase my own car.
I had turned off the WiFi capability on my smart phone and laptop, and completely disconnect from any and all forms of virtual communities and social media within 36 hours during the long weekend. I chose to hanged out with friends to pass through the times without WiFi, so I don’t think it is a challenge for me for the first few hours because I can do shopping, keep eating, have a chill chat with friends, and these activities are able to possess much times. However, there are a bit different between my thought and the reality. When I was doing shopping, my brain was all about sales but most of the stores were not having sales, so I planned to do online shopping after get back home as there are always have online sales via my long-term shopping
Have you ever thought to yourself, “Today is the day that I will part from my family to go to a whole new country to work for a plenty amount of money to support each and one of them,”? Well, that’s exactly what my dad thought to himself when the time came for him to move to the U.S. when he was just only 16 years old, he heard that the United States was a country where you could be free. He was the only child, in his family of 3 siblings, to move to the U.S. hoping to earn the money that can support his family because of the place he lived in. A poor city, named Xiao Ao, with only a few cars and no tall buildings, unlike New York. My dad lived in Xiao Ao until 1990 he moved to New York not knowing a single thing about English hoping to go down a different path to change his life forever.
I sighed as I labored through page 56 of the MAT Study Guide. I was preparing for the notorious college entrance exam, but I felt extremely meek in comparison to other tests.
Have you ever wondered what it was like to live in a place where it rains everyday? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live on a totally different planet from earth? This is the story of a girl named Margot, who had lived on Earth and has moved to the planet Venus a couple years ago. Venus is a planet where it rains everyday, and once around every seven years the sun comes out for an hour or two. These kids are at school waiting for the sun that the scientists had predicted to come out today.
Music may be the universal language, but those of us who spend our lives with it are expected to know it in depth, from early on. Many composers, whether traditional or experimental, have been steeped in Western classical music from the cradle. That was not the case with me.
One day a little bird came to say hello and decided she liked the room under my hood. Soon, she brought her whole family to stay.
One winter day, during the second semester of 8th grade; I figured out everything was going to change. I thought that 8th grade year was gonna be the year that I would love and enjoy so much, but I was wrong. It all happened so blatantly and I knew this year was going to have a rough ending.