Personal Narrative: My Early Life

When this year began (2015) my writing skills were in a scrabble to be at the level i knew they could achieve. TSi prep has brought me to a whole new level of writing and reading , by thrusting me into college literature and writing samples i feel more advanced in my academics.

As a little girl i used to believe that when i grew up i would be a princess who would live in a pink world filled with glitter,but obviosusly that was not going to be my future.As i grew up and learned more about life i realize that i had to work hard in order to live a life that i would enjoy.I saw the amunt of long hours my parents would put into their job to to keep my brothers and I in a comfortable place.We always had food on the table and clothes on our back but the struggle was trying to make enough money to pay the montly bills.I know the determination my parents had to make a good living for us.they worked hard for us and never gave up.I remember that at times i would wake up at 5 in the morning and hear how much in a rush my mom

Did you know that my grandma’s family name was originally Karlsson if you were a man and Karlsdaughter if you were a woman? When my great, great grandfather moved to America they changed it to Carlson so it would be more American. This is how they came to America.

Through Out elementary school I was bullied. I never really wanted to tell anybody, because I figured no one would believe me. They only saw what what on the outside of me which was a pretty, little, intelligent girl. Every time I got on the bus I was scared because, every day they would make fun of me. I used to think’’ Is it my hair, the way I dress, or are they just making fun of me.’’ Every night I told myself I was ugly and no one liked me. Then eventually I just stopped talking to most of my friends. I lost most of them. When I came home from school my step-dad used to ask me “How was your day?’’ I just said good and went upstairs and cried. I just felt like their was’nt enough room for me in this world. I used to even think my mom did’nt like me at one point. When ever I

Growing up as a kid, I noticed a reasonable difference in my life where my mind grew up faster than my physical body. Maybe it was the strict rules that matured me or the high expectations instilled in me that formed my personal character. Remembering those lonely walks on my way to elementary school through the heart of a developing Desoto neighborhood and those short friendships formed on the rusted playground detailed the beginnings of my childhood. The constant dreams of becoming a successful man in the footsteps of my father clouded my head as I laid in the bunk bed of my hopes that shadowed the doubts of my developing mind. Through the ticks of time, it truthfully told the struggle of confidence and purpose as I searched for a safe haven

Growing up, I never really liked children. From the crying over no reason to the whiny voices of deceitful little monsters, the feeling of overwhelmness and depression seemed to rush into me instantaneously whenever I was near one. I dreaded helping out in the nursery during Relief Society Enrichments and yearned to be free when I was stuck babysitting hyper little ones who did not seem to know what an indoor voice was and was all too familiar with screaming. The thought of having kids, let alone being near them was a nightmare. As I saw my peers coo and fuss over a first grader (who seemed to me, knew just the kind of power he had) for hours, I wandered how anyone could be so fascinated by a simple child. It was not until my Junior year that I received more than just that answer.

August 14, 2003 at 1pm. I wasn’t the star, only for like 2 hours. I wasn’t important, the blackout was. Explains why I don’t like talking to anyone. I personally don’t like my name but in Hmong it means I'm nice. So it's like My nice zoo. I was born on a Thursday. I weighed 8lb and 5oz. In my opinion that's kind of odd. I was 21 ½ inches. My father, Cheng Yang is very bipolar but till this day he is inspirational. My mother, Ong Yang a kind, hard working, and don’t forget persuasive. She said I was a perfectly healthy baby.

Influences, they come from many sources; people, television, places near and far from our homes. For me however, my influences are in games, one game in particular. A game, whose community is so small and minute, that even its creator has moved on to other aspects of life. This game doesn't even originate in my own country, and most of the people in this fanbase don't either. In fact they are mostly spread across Europe with at least one member in South America. Because of that I can only speak in one of the many languages we have among us. Thankfully, English is what we speak most commonly, and that this majorly influential game of my childhood, has an option for.

If you knew you were going to at this exact moment, would you be satisfied with how you lived your life up to this point? Do your accomplishments and overall happiness outweigh your regrets? I was eleven when my parents got divorced and the aftermath included me going into a depressive state. One quote from what is now my favorite television show gave me a new perspective on life and gave me the strength to do things differently.

I am St Teresa of Avila. My deeds of faith which were crucial in the counter reformation have been forgotten. But do not despair as I am here to tell you who I was. On the 28th of March 1515 in Avila, Spain, I was baptized into the Christian faith as Teresa Sánchez de Cepeda y Ahumada. My parents ensured that I was brought up a devout Catholic. As I learned about martyrs and saints I became inspired by them and even tried to become a martyr myself. At the age of 14, my beautiful and faithful mother died of disease. This catastrophe plunged me into a period of grief, my dear mother, dead… it pains me to this day. During my grieving, I became even more connected with our lord and especially Mother Mary. With my new found faith, I was sent to

Growing up before she was a teenager, Sister Damien lived with just her parents and her siblings. Her family was committed to being Catholic and they went to church every week. Around the age of 12, they were forced to move out of her childhood home and had to move in with her grandparents. She realized she wanted to go into the convent when she was in high school and her mother told her to take a year off after high school before making the decision to go straight into the convent. When she was a younger teen, she recalled babysitting her cousins and helping out her sick aunt. She told us she would push them in a stroller all the way up a tall hill to the store, and would then stop by the church every day on their way back down the hill. She joked with the group that she was always the one to get into trouble. If something could go wrong, it would go wrong for her. Wherever there was trouble, she was there.

At the age of 12, I left my homeland Korea along with my childhood, friendships, memories, and identity. I landed on the black rock of Hawai’i in the middle of the Pacific Ocean under the blazing sun, on the other side of my former home. As I stepped off the plane, I stood bewildered, clueless to what the beautiful, tall lady with green eyes and blond hair was saying; I just needed to ask where the restroom was, but I only knew how to say "hi", "yes", and "no" in the language of this foreign land.

Boom! Boom! Boom! It was the fourth of July as I sit in my back yard looking at the fireworks, my brothers and sister all outside with me were having fun. It had me thinking about my life and thinking why I couldn’t be happy and why my parents couldn’t just be there for me when I needed them the most…things were about to get very bad and hard for me. I can just feel my life is about to go through a downfall and I just wonder will I be able to get through it.

For the first thirteen years of my life, my childhood was seemingly descent. I remember having what I needed but hardly ever getting what I wanted. My dad would always tell me that if I wanted something then I had to prove it to him. He really meant that he wanted me to pick up extra chores and probably clean the garage out. Knowing that I wasn’t going to do that, I would just try flatter my grand-parents into getting me what I wanted. However, my mom would usually stop them and then punish me; so then I’d be in a bigger hole than I was in the first time. Little things like that taught me the value of hard work because asking people to buy my stuff I wanted had gotten old quickly.

My life, my purpose, my goal. For the 18 years I have lived, I never once figured the meaning of my life. What would I do after high school? What would I study in college? What long term occupation will I have to endure? Heck, what am going to eat for lunch tomorrow? So many unanswered questions. Nonetheless, after all these years, I have discovered my purpose in life. What has shaped me into the person I am today is my true identity. As an only child, I had been brought up by a single parent. My mother taught me morals and has disciplined me young enough to allow me to grow into the mature man that I resemble. And I love my mother for her wisdom and encouragement. Despite that, this is what makes me human, not a mama's boy. Even without a father figure, I do not hold resentment, for I had no idea of what luxury I was missing. Nonetheless, this notion doesn’t distract me from finding myself in my path as a growing student. At the age of ten, I had proved to be a well-mannered student of my church, and the ministers were willing to recruit me as an altar server for the Catholic church, St. Joan of Arc. After serving for six years, I had accordingly reached my sophomore year by which I'd receive my third sacrament, Confirmation. Essentially, this would be just another year of CCE, but what would change me that year would be the church retreat.