Personal Narrative: My Growth As A Young Adult

It was three days after my eighteenth birthday. It was a day of many firsts. I drove a long distance to place I had never been by myself. First time being introduced to my boyfriend’s parents. Also realizing you should always unpack your car after a trip. Signing my own paper work legally as an adult. Biggest first of the day was being in my first car accident. Never thought being an adult could be so difficult.

14 years of age and still growing. I would say that I’ve experienced being adult, but I’ve got 4 more years for that. What I have experienced is my coming of age,and transforming over my years of life. Typically, being the outgoing person I am today, you would think I’m an interesting person, doing a lot of fun things. I’m actually not though. Besides the fact that I’m a troublemaker and a person that doesn’t really make a lot of friends now that I am older. My only close friends are from when I was younger. I find it harder for me to make more friends now that I am in Highschool. I also find it easier for me to work better, harder, and more efficient on any of my school work. That’s just about me now. I’ll tell you how I succeeded on who I am today, and the obstacles it took me to get here.

While big events can make major changes, little events define how we become as adults. My earliest memories is at a five year-old. It is one spot where I have been to, in my thoughts, more than any other has. In this memory, it was evening, as I stood on a dirt path. It was an unpaved driveway for the church parsonage.

It all happened about 5 years ago my husband lost his job and things began to go

I spoke with Shawn yesterday before I left and was received with some push back from him. I mentioned to him that I had walked by portable grilling and the displays still have not been tied down form yours and mine previous conversation. In return he stated that he didn’t think they needed to be tired down and where was that even mentioned. I told him it was a safety issue that’s why I was mentioning it. He said he didn’t think a little tiny portable grill needed to be. I mentioned then the tall webers and smokers, what about them and asked him if he cared if a customer would get hurt by tipping one of the shelf onto themselves. I also mentioned that I had mentioned this to Bill the LP from Hannibal and he would be checking it also.

Change is the constant thing in the world. From infancy till now many dramatic changes take place in my life physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically intellectually etc.

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 adolescents, our brains are just starting to develop to help our bodies and our personalities mature. Hormonal changes in boys and girls include adrenarche, gonadarche, and menarche (King 2002). Adrenarche usually begins when a child is between the ages of 6 and 8 and controls skeletal growth, skin changes, and hair growth. Gonadarche contributes to the growth of genitals and breasts and menarche refers to the beginning of girl’s menses. Menarche comes later in the advanced stages. Although these phases of development happen outside of the brain, they are the first change that an adolescent goes through and the increase in hormones can cause mood swings and different ways of thinking.

Growing up life was rough. I came from a broken family, where my biological father who was a Colombian native born but here on papers and had trouble finding employment in Miami. He a some point gave up finding employment that was legal, that he then turned to something illegal and later faced 15 years for money laundering. While my father was doing what he believed was everything at that point possible to take care of my then teenage mother, little brother and I, my mother saw it as an opportunity to pawn my brother and I off to whoever would watch us and go out mingling with a man who later became my step father, once Marshall's got hold of my father and sentenced him. When my father left we lost everything including our mother, even though

Growing up I thought the things that define my life would be way different by the time I turned twenty but they've stayed same. The things that define me most are music, books and my clothing. I don't plan on changing them any time soon.

Here I am, a twenty-seven-year-old. I never dated anyone or even had a real job. Today, I am face to face with a prostitute. Let me just say I am clueless when it comes to anything sexual. And to be clear, I am not attractive. I am full of scars and I am literally skin and bones. I think to myself, “Why I’m I here?”, “Is this what it means to be an adult?”. Well let me tell you a story of my depression incident with loneliness.

It was the time for the transferal into adulthood, or at least to start acting the part. The days of just stepping through this thing called life—lackadaisically—were over. The playgrounds were morphing, but at the time I didn’t know into what. With new and anticipated responsibilities, things started to become a real pain in the ass and at the same time really interesting.

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,

This weekend I took my sister and the special needs adult I work with to see the new peanuts movie. The girl Rachel that I work with does not like loud noises. When we first got into the movie theater she had a melt down because of the noise. As she started crying I was getting up to take her out of the movie theater. When I got up I saw that everyone was staring at her because of it. I do not know why people make such a big deal when it comes to special needs adults and children. They have melt downs just like any 3 or 4-year-old does.

Becoming an adult is a milestone I anxiously awaited to arrive. It’s only second to turning sixteen and being able to drive. I turned eighteen recently and immediately felt like I was an adult, and I let everyone around me know it. My parents, however, were not amused and did not agree with me. Needless to say, the arguments began. In my frustration, I wanted to know, when will I finally be an adult? Did it happen when I turned eighteen? Is it when I move out of my parents’ house? Is it when I graduate from college and have my first grown-up job? Is it when I’m completely financially independent?