Personal Narrative Essay : The Life Of My Life

Topic (Biographical Essay): We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations, and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors helped you to grow?

I am an average kid who is living more than the average life i began around 15 and 3 months ago . I’m a quality guy i guess . I like hunting and fishing with my dad and friends i also like racing atv’s .there is much more about me to learn.

I can see my short curls and round nose looking back at me in the reflection of the window while I listen to Spanish pop. Looking out, I see hundreds of people walking past each other, from teens dressed in jeans to adults in suits and blazers. There are nail salons, designer shoe stores, offices, all in the midst of these massive buildings. I’m on a DART train passing Downtown Dallas, on my way home from school. A few years ago, I didn’t even know about the different rails, but now I know my way around the entire city without using Google Maps, something I’m a little proud of. I’ve used it to go to work at Bed Bath & Beyond, my chess tournaments, school, the mall, vegetarian restaurants, and anything in-between. The reason might be because I can’t afford a car, my dad works all the time, and my sister took my mom’s car to her tiny town of San Angelo for college, but it doesn’t even matter because riding the train and running errands by myself has made me independent, plus it’s eco-friendly.

Anger comes from many places. Throughout my past, my main critical adversary was competitive sports, baseball to be specific. In my final baseball game I learned many things about myself. There were two strikes on me in the first inning and I swung and missed on the final pitch. From that one swing I dove into a two year slump from which anger controlled my life. Accordingly, I was at a crossroad, and had a decision to make!

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

I was four years old as I was being pushed in a stroller onto the Clovis West pool deck and I knew just about what I had come for. I had been begging my mom, ever since I saw my big sister swim, to let me swim like the big kids. I remember how confident I was standing behind that block, knowing almost as it was my destiny to be in this sport. I hear the starter tell us, " take your mark" and in that moment I knew, this is where I belong. Little did I know twelve years later I would be sitting here in my room writing how one small sport made such an impact on my life.

touching all the red, wet, eczema above my eyes. “Come on!” my brother screamed. It

I was taught to be accepting, outgoing, and independent. By this point in my life, that's exactly what I've become. My education, happiness, and family were always top priorities.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

Sitting down on the porch with my Honduran coffee in hand, waves of nostalgia washed over me. Staring into my coffee, flashbacks ran through my head. The old, yellow school bus rocked back and forth over the worn, dirt path on its way to the orphanage that would be my home for the next week. The scolding Central American sun beat down on the bus as I began to question why I chose to spend my service requirement here. I tried to imagine the following week which would be internet-less, family-less, and aircondition-less. After a two-hour bus ride, my team of 20 people and I arrived at Orphanage Emmanuel. Orientation and assignments filled the following hours until we all climbed onto our plastic mattresses and attempted to get some sleep.

I was sitting at a picnic table with a young boy struggling next to me. His hand was gripped so tightly onto mine that there were petite fingernail impressions lining my hand. He was screaming, crying, kicking up the loose gravel that laid on the ground. All because he didn't want to kill a fish at fishing camp. This was just one of the countless fits a day that this young boy would have in a day. And learning how to help him was one of the most gratifying experiences I have attained in my life.

Life is the biggest test a person can ever take. Every single decision made determines every single outcome that comes afterwards. Since all of us are different, we all make different decisions, which then takes us down different paths. This is what forms us into who we are and how we find ourselves. As a youth, one of the biggest test I have faced and continue to face has been getting through high school. The experiences I’ve encountered in high school up until college has dramatically changed me as a person, physically, mentally and with my level of maturity. Even though I'm still in the process of growing and finding myself, high school has been a huge building block to becoming the person desire to be. My teacher once shared a quote that stated, “in school you're taught a lesson and given a test, but in life, you’re given a test that teaches you a lesson.”

Many people have had a loved one pass away before. I have, and I really miss her. Her name was Roxy. She was a chocolate lab. She was all brown with patch of white fur under her head that looked kind of like an eagle. She was so cute. She was just a puppy when we brought her home. Roxy was just like all other puppies. She loved to play and never ran out of energy.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

I was raised understanding life happens to everyone ,life isn't fair and c'est la vie ; so when "Life" happened to me, I never made it my business to tell my story; to seek help ,attention , or love because of my circumstances. I simply rolled with the punches and never let the outside world see me sweat. Instead I would come home and write; write my thoughts , fears, desires , goals , and regrets.