Personal Narrative: From Childhood To Adulthood

I was slowly rolling up the street, sitting in the back of school bus number 741, for what felt like a normal Wednesday afternoon. I looked out the window as we entered my street and I couldn’t believe eyes. Little freshman me had my face pressed up against the bus window, desperately trying to comprehend why there could possibly be so many emergency vehicles in my driveway. The bus came to a stop, I ran to the front, and scrambled down the steps. I got off the bus, stopped, and looked at the 7 house walk I took every day to make it home. This walk I did everyday felt ten times as long and as I got closer and closer my vison started to blur, legs started to crumple, and all

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Hailey G. is a five-year-old girl. She is the second of three girls; her older sister is 13 and her younger sister is 3. She is half-Dominican and half Colombian. Her mother is from Colombia and her father is from the Dominican Republic. She has traveled to Colombia two times and went to the Dominican Republic for the first time in December 2016. When she learned she was going to D.R. she was very excited. She said that she had never been there and was so happy to go visit Abuelita. I reminded her that I used to live in D.R. before I moved here to the United States. When she came back from vacation, she brought my assistant, and I a souvenir. I really love the souvenir and it reminded me when I lived back home. Her paternal grandmother comes

Everyone is phased with the same issues no matter how different they vary between person. especially becoming adults, we quickly learn that life isn't as easy as our parents or Guardians make it seem. not only do we have college To go through but we have our own lives to deal with. I give an enormous amount of credit to my mom for how easy she made it look. Not only that, I have three older sisters already living on their own taking care of their own things. they make it seem so easy as well. as a twenty-year-old, I might not have as many responsibilities as other people my age but I'm barely learning how to do this whole adulting thing.

As we grow up we grow up we form our identity. Identity is our sense of self; according to Erikson, the adolescent’s task is to solidify a sense of self by testing and integrating various roles (Myers, 2016, p.153). Erikson’s statement is true for myself. I have different identities when I am in different environments.

Throughout my life, I have encountered many tough circumstances that have altered me into the person I am today.

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

It was a bright, sunny day and I was eating pizza inside with my beautiful girlfriend. We were trying out a brand new restaurant in Stuyvesant Plaza called Blaze Pizza. It was very good, crispy, thin pizza. She got pepperoni on hers and I got pepperoni, jalapenos, and artichokes on mine. Yum. After that awesome meal we were looking for something to do. Luckily, our friends Lindsay and Chris wanted to hangout. Chris and Lindsay are really smart, nice, and adventurous people. I’d like to think Sarah and I are that way too, but I’m not that smart. We get along with them really well and enjoy spending time with them. Chris recommended we go to a waterfall close to Rensselaer, which sounded like a good plan to us. Chris picked us up at my house,

The five components are a big part of my life. I belong to a loving and caring community called SHC. We all help one another and support one another. We show the community support in many ways, from Bruce Mahoney games to, setting next to a classmate who is sitting alone during lunch. When I’m not with my community I’m with my institution. My ancestry are the people who defined who I’m. They give me unconditional love yet always helping me get to the next step. I would one day want the world to be like my community and my institution. A world without any judgement (gay, people with color, homeless) . A former addict at Saint Anthony told us, “The people who are homeless was one time just like you, living a normal life.” Everyone is still human so why treat others differently. A great start to getting rid of this world problem is to start with service. It does not take skills to serve and help someone. This does not mean go volunteer at a soup kitchen every day, yet just spend some time talking with the people. You will have similar idea and share similar things. Last component is Sacrament. Many things symbolize me throughout the years, but I symbolize my life to a mountain range. I have up and down yet I never crumble. However myself is a different symbol. I’m

It all started when I was nine years old and I was doing my homework . I was sitting on the front steps of my house when I saw a blue trailblazer pass by my house. The trailblazer backed up and stopped right in front of me. Coach stuck his head out of the window, took a look at me and then he asked me, "did you take it out of the window?" Or, at least that's what I thought he said. "I'm sorry. What's that you said?" I asked.

You are a child, innocent to the land beyond a fortress of comfort and there’s a challenge you never could imagine, yet you were facing this challenge, years before you were even aware. Never believing in the possibility that someone close to you, would one day become one of the most difficult people to interact with. This involves accepting the reality that your parent has lost their true soul to a bottle of Tequila. You live a childhood pure and oblivious to any possibilities at this age of innocence, therefore ulterior motives are not suspected. You are at peace, left unaware of what happens behind closed doors. At the time, I never had a major concern for my mother’s behavior; I only assumed her to be an adult and one with full authority. Often times she behaved oddly and against her moral codes, however no further questions would be asked. There was only acceptance for her and what I believed to be a normality.

This applies to me while I was growing up. When I was little, and my tummy was hurting a lot, my mom would touch it. If it felt hard to her, then she would use one of her Indian remedies of mixing various thing until it made this paste. You apply the paste to your stomach for a few hours and then shower to take it of. I would do this lot when I was a child because that’s what my mom told me and I knew it worked. As I got older, I would tell my friends and they all thought I was so weird because they have never heard of it. For me, it is something my grandparents did, my parents did and something I plan on doing with my kids. It is part of my culture and just because it is not part of everyone else culture, does not mean my mom was physically

Everyone believes in different things. Some people believe in barbecue, some people believe in Shakespearean sonnets, and even some people believe in shrek. But me, I believe in running. It has benefited me more than I could have ever imagined, and shaped me into the person I am today.

For some, the transition from childhood to adulthood can be subtle. For others, like myself, there is great adversity that can speed up the transition and force aspects of adulthood into childhood. As a child, my family moved around quite a few times. A few of these moves made a significant impact on my childhood, defining the young adult I am today. While we moved to different towns and different schools several times, I vividly remember the lessons I learned from a time I moved in elementary school, middle school, and most recently, high school.