In the past year, a lot has changed for me. I lost a grandfather to cancer, then a month later an uncle to a gruesome semi accident. My grandmother on the other side of the family barely remembers me due to alzheimer's, and my mom lost her job but is now working over 1300 miles away in Florida. If someone would have asked me at the start of my Junior year what I expected to happen, I wouldn’t have listed any of those. As anticipated, it was not easy dealing with a downfall of events like that, but the way I was raised helped me cope with it all. I started out at a small private school, where Religion was just as important as Math and English. How we were to act was drilled into us, and after I switched to public school, there was a noticeable
Sometimes, life doesn’t quite turn out the way you want it to, no matter how hard you try, so you have to learn to roll with the punches. That was how I felt when, in the summer of 2016, my mom decided we would be getting a dog. For the longest time, my sister had been for getting a dog, and this news delighted her to no end. They thought a Golden Retriever would be the best dog for us. I, however, was not with them on the idea. I wanted to spend my time doing things that I wanted to do, not looking after a dog. I knew a dog would be a lot of responsibility.
My life was suddenly changing right before one of the biggest changes: high school. I had more things to worry about than other high schoolers. I had to figure out how I was going to get home, how I was going to get the house clean before my mom got home, how I was going to get dinner started, all on top of getting my homework done. Due to this, I wasn’t as serious with my grades. I let them fall even though I knew I could do better. I was just way too busy to focus on school when there were more important things to focus on- my family. I slowly found out how to balance everything to get my grades up. I had to learn how to balance my life to make myself happy while keeping up my
However, my junior year also held some troubles for me. In October, my cousin had a stroke and passed away. Visiting her in the hospital and attending her funeral brought back unresolved issues I had from my brother’s death in 2010. I didn't know how to cope, so I fell into a deep depression. I had no energy; it was like my brain wouldn’t let me do anything I used to enjoy. I stopped playing the piano after having played for ten years. I loved to run, but I stopped completely. I didn’t have the energy for either.
When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for
Sometimes I feel lonely. You can have tons of people by you but still feel like you have you have no one around. But my dog is like my best friend. I know that even though animals can’t talk he knows how I feel. His name is Max and is a Teacup Yorkie. It was seventh grade. The last track meet and I didn’t know that I was getting a new dog but we did talk about getting a new dog. Before that I had a girl Teacup Yorkie who we called Diamond. We was playing in the yard and Diamond went to start running and a car ran her over. I was hurt. I thought I would never want to have a dog again. My mom kept looking for dogs and we couldn’t find one that looked like Diamond because I wanted a Teacup Yorkie and they were very hard to find. But
When I was 10 years old,my sister Jenelle died of brain cancer at 23 years old. I wanted to have a relationship with her and I knew that we could have had an amazing one. I wanted to grow older with her and my younger sister,as the group of friends that we all were. I have been diagnosed with depression at the start of highschool,and I was always deep down depressed not only with her passing,but with all the bullying that I had to face. Ever since I found a group of friends,I have been able to cope with my feelings and I have been successful. College was a hard transition for me managing all the time for myself and balancing the classes. Thankfully I have been doing alright,and I want to keep going so I can make my family proud.Lastly,instead of being a handful I feel like I can be
I felt like I had no one. I craved positivity and motivation for me to fulfill a happy and successful; life with no misery and loneliness. Back at home, I had my mother and my stepfather, whom I was also scared to talk to. She had spent most of her time taking care of him, as he was a cancer patient. Although she was busy, I spent more time with her than I ever did before, she was the happiest she had ever been. Their relationship had a huge role in my change. They were both such humble, loving and strong people, it was contagious. Being in that environment gave me strength to overcome my obstacles. I asked myself, if they could go through harsh circumstances, then my problems were small and I wanted to overcome them and become a positive person. I slowly evolved into a stronger and more independent person. I became my own support system. I would go home, do homework, study and try my best to learn the language. All I had to do was make
My sister and I have always been huge geeks together, we both like anime, comics, cartoons, and sci-fi films. We have always bonded that way through those things. When I was a sophomore my sister thought it would be a really cool idea to take me to this big convention in Raleigh called Animazement. Usually at conventions you take your interests and bring them to life with cosplaying. My sister and I decided to do Sailor moon and Chibiusa, a big sister and little sister duo costume. She worked so hard on our outfits, I worked on the little details and cleaned up the wigs. When we finally got to the convention it was extremely intimidating because of the crowd of people. At the time I had severe social anxiety, but when we got into our costumes
Please do not judge me as i get into this, June 18/19 of 2016 my life took the biggest change, I hadn't been 18 for a month yet. I went downtown to Georgia Tech with people whom I thought were my friends. This isn't an easy story to tell but remembering back to when I read "The Color Purple" has made this so much easier. Throughout this whole situation I have lost family
Fur babies. No other two words can describe my relationship to Winston and Edwin. They are without a doubt my babies. Winston is a three-year-old beagle we adopted a year ago. He is the protector of the house, but a loveable dog who just wants a belly rub. We went to the shelter not knowing what we were getting ourselves into. We had no intentions of buying a pup, but the moment his brown eyes and smile looked up at us he stole our hearts. He now takes over the couch, loves car rides, and isn’t afraid to beg at the dinner table. His favorite human is my dad; he cuddled his way into the soft spot of my dad’s heart and has camped out there ever since. He can’t see my dad outside without him being there. He can’t see my dad on the couch without him glued to side of him. He follows him and demands his attention. For a big tough guy who didn’t want a new dog, he has a beagle best friend.
I might always be working towards my future, always getting everything ready to leave everything behind to start a new adventure I also know how to have fun. What's the point of soaring across the sky if you don't enjoy the flight? I could have spent my four simply going to school and going home. It would have saved me countless of all-nighters. But that wouldn't have been living. Cheer, tutoring, and projects became my escape. During these activities, I would stop thinking about all the homework I had waiting for me at home. Cheer made smiling a bit easier, tutoring gave me a sense of purpose and art gave me an outlet for all my pent up emotions. I have learned that nothing in life is worth doing unless you find a way to have fun while doing it. School was made fun by cheerleading and tutoring. Church was made fun by the stories I made up about the church goers. Life was made fun by taking trains not really caring where I go. By joining clubs and taking photos of those around me. Not only do these situations create some relief for the countless of days I spend studying and working, but also make for great stories. To me having lived a life that makes great stories is the best way to
About a year and a half ago during the fall of my junior year of high school, I was diagnosed with an illness that has dramatically changed every aspect of my life. This illness has changed how I think, what I do in my spare time, how I feel both emotionally and physically, and has given me a more optimistic outlook on life. Any plans I had for my future were interrupted and thrown right out the window. Everything changed for me and not in a good way.
You can never truly know how, or when, your life will change. I can still remember the day that mine did like it was yesterday. You see, if you would have mentioned the name Simon to any of my classmates back then, they would have told you that they didn’t know me. That’s mainly because I was always the quiet and self conscience child at school. I didn’t really enjoy speaking out, but I did always love giving. I loved helping out those who didn’t have much and I valued peace over everything. And most of all, I always saw the good in people. However, that one single incident changed me forever. To this day I can still hear the blowing of Ralph’s conch, every time that I wake up. I can also still remember how scared I was, how
I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly