Personal Narrative: Turning Into An Adult

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

I plan to improve this disposition by having boundaries and limits. It does not matter if the client shares the same cultural beliefs from me, I have a lot of compassion and go an extra mile to help them. I get attach with clients right away because I see a connection with them. I have noticed that clients take advantage of my empathy. I need to work on how to understand my clients but also have limits with them so they will not take advantage of my kindness.

Leaving home signifies a coming of age into the beginning of adulthood, they say that’s when you really start to grow up. I was around thirteen years old when when my mother and I left home. It was around that time that I realized I couldn’t be a kid anymore, I no longer had that privilege. Thinking back, it seems like a dream you’ve just woken up from that you only have a vague memory of.

There are plenty of points in my eighteen years that made me grow up more than I really needed to. Moving from Michigan to Spain when I was nine, smoking my first cigarette when I was eleven, my dad leaving when I was eleven, my first alcoholic drink when I was twelve, losing my friends when I was fourteen, et cetera. Some of these were just me trying to act like an adult when I wasn't actually ready, but none of these were some pivotal point in my life where I went from being a child to being an adult. And now that I think about it, maybe that's just not how it works. Maybe adulthood doesn't always come crashing down on you at a major point in your life, but comes in gradually like the sea on a calm day rising higher and higher on the sand.

Good morning! I hope you slept well, I might need a cat nap. Perhaps tonight Ill get back into the swing of going to bed before 12, JEREMY you know I literally stare at your picture going to sleep. Once you are in bed the laptop stays in the living room. I did figure out I can zoom in though. Have you ever tried to cuddle with a laptop? I might count the blocks on your shirt if I get bored. I couldn't move up my appointment next Thursday to this Friday. blah.

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.

Growing up is very difficult. It takes time and responsibility that I thought I had. This summer I quickly realized that becoming an adult is not as easy as a person may think. I had to travel to Oxford for a day by myself, and I learned several lessons such as: always pay attention while driving, make sure to park in appropriate places, and be very cautious while driving in the rain.

My grandpa had to move in with us because he was sick. Because we didn’t have any rooms left; I volunteered to let him stay in my room and i’ll sleep on the couch. We took care of him daily and made sure he took his medicine. One particular day he was in the room and he wasn’t talking and stayed in bed all day. I came back from school and took a nap but when i finally woke up, everybody was in his room surrounding him. I was curious on what was going on and then all of a sudden he took his last breath and he passed away right in front of us.

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.

Waking up in the morning going to school was a normal everyday thing, just a normal day of life for a 7th grader. I finally arrived home; it was confusing seeing my dad’s car home. It was silent you could hear a pen hit the floor. I go up stairs to see my dad past out on the floor. I froze, and I run towards my dad hoping he was sleeping. When I’m sitting in front of him his breathing was shallow. I try to wake him up, but at first he does not move and then I see his eyes open. I scramble, and try to find my phone to call the police. The lady on the phone ask many so questions in such a short period I could think of the words to answer. After I hang up there is another long silence. Then I hear a siren getting louder and louder as it pulls

Waking up, knowing the day was going to be the same, Elizabeth or Liz for short, was ready to go to school. Doing the same routines every day of school: waking up at 8:15, take a 10 minute shower, get dressed up, brush her teeth, do her hair, eat breakfast, walk out of her apartment, drive to school, and hang out with her friends until the bell rang at 9:15. Liz started the second semester in 11th grade, but now she has been in school for 2 months.

Mom and I got in her car, and headed back to Conway to see him before the Hospice came, and took him away. By the time we got their the Hospice were already their cleaning him up, my Grandpa was sitting on the couch, so I went right over there and sit right beside him. After the Hospice’s got done my mom told me to go see him, so I tried but I just couldn’t I was so close to him I just couldn’t go in there after 15 years, so I just stay in the living room. So we had the funeral in Tennessee, and everyone was there about a week later my Aunt Sissy passed away, so let’s just say I had a hard winter last year.

I felt like some of you know me one way, others in a different way. Many of you don’t know my full story. So here it is. Growing up I was always bullied and yeah it hurt, but I got through it. I was just taking what life was throwing at me. I had anxiety growing up that led to depression in about the 7th grade. I just tried my best to deal with it. Growing up I always felt out-of-place, always wishing I was older and more independent. Once I got to high school I knew things would change. But never in the way that they did. It was an instant success, well the social part at least. Everyone wanted to know what I was doing and where I was going. And oh let me tell you I’m going places. Things were different in high school I had tons of friends. All my good ones

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?