Insignificant Significance The house smells like summer. I step out onto the cool tiles of my bathroom floor as I hear a myriad of cicadas buzzing through the walls. The silky humid air smells like my aunt’s house, like the countless muggy nights spent in the peak of July without air conditioning. Even years later, I can still feel the sticky mauve cotton sheets scratch my legs, the sweat on my forehead, the groggy daze. Why are memories like these so vivid to me when other more traditionally “significant” memories aren’t? When I try and remember crucial moments in my life, instead of remembering my move to Michigan, or the series of hip surgeries I had to watch my younger brother go through, I seem to only be able to conjure up little insignificant lapses of time— I think of sleepless groggy night’s at my aunt's house, or of when I was 9, standing in my red rubber boots in the middle of our tomato garden, as my mother was trying to take a “calendar picture” (she liked to get custom calendars of my brother and I to send to our relatives every year) of us, thinking to myself that I was going to remember this moment forever. I don’t know why my 9 year old self thought that moment was so important that she deemed it absolutely necessary to remember it for the rest of her life, or why my brain still thinks that it’s relevant enough to delineate it just as vividly now, 8 years later; however, it did teach me one thing: the most vivid moments in my life are not the most
I casually walked through the park on a crisp summer day with morning dew smell still lingering in the air. Nobody is out during this time as usual. Only people awake during this hour are morning joggers and dog walkers. Of course, there was also a mother who was playing with her toddler. She catches her chocolate-brown son and tickles him, and they laugh and trip and fall together onto the floor and laugh harder. I walked by just to say hello to them as they waved back to me. I had set myself to wake up every day at this time and start running laps around the neighborhood to help lose weight. I recall running to every single spot in town on the blocks from Lang to Richland Lane were buildings in wild assortment: two drugstores, Henry Clay Frick's mansion with
The year was 2015 and in my mind it was going to be one of the most pivotal moments in my life. I was turning 16, getting my driver’s license, inching closer toward adulthood, gaining my independence, and free from adult responsibilities and worries. What I did not know was that one catastrophic event would have such a devastating impact on my life.
Although I have no remembrance of my early years of life, I would say that I do know my roots pretty well; I was born in a Caribbean country named Dominican Republic on April 6, 1992, which makes me sixteen years old. I am the fourth child out of six, making me the youngest out of the three girls. The basic information only situates my position in life but does not define me. I am a simple young lady that follows a routine on a daily basis. I have done small but significant things in my previous years that have shaped who I am today.
An important life event in my life happened when I was fourteen years old, my mother passed away. My mother was a symbol for me, she was everything a child needs and more. Of course when she was gone everything about who I was, and how I done things changed. Fortunately, as I healed I became more optimistic and happy in life. Now that I’ve been through all these things, I am a stronger person.
Most people are very convinced that they have memories of past experiences because of the event itself or the bigger picture of the experience. According to Ulric Neisser, memories focus on the fact that the events outlined at one level of analysis may be components of other, larger events (Rubin 1). For instance, one will only remember receiving the letter of admission as their memory of being accepted into the University of Virginia. However, people do not realize that it is actually the small details that make up their memories. What make up the memory of being accepted into the University of Virginia are the hours spent on writing essays, the anxiety faced due to fear of not making into the university and the happiness upon hearing
Like I said before, I could not feel anything at the time but the help I got was more than I could have hoped for. I guess I just hoped for anything that would help take the pain away.
It’s all start when my sister and I went to Watson. While I’m doing window shopping, my sister went to buy some stuff. Accidently, in a glance, I saw my sister at the health section. In consciously, I went to her with full of questions, and asked her ‘are you sick?’ Then she turned back to me and answered my question with a question, ‘is this good?’
Hi. I’m 정세빈 and I’m going to talk about the 3 significant moments and how they have affected my life. My first significant moment was 12 years ago, when I was 6. Our entire family had to move to China, because of my dad’s work. Living in a different country and being surrounded by a new culture itself affected me greatly, but out of the 4 and a half years I spent there, going to an International school affected me most. Kids there came from all over the world and because of my experience then, now I don’t feel unfamiliar with foreigners. Also, I learned English; earned confidence about it, and English became my favorite subject.
Life seems to take many twists and turns that somehow mesh into each other to form a chaotic knot of happenings. All of these occurrences are supposed to shape you into a wiser more experienced person. Many people can even pin point the exact moment in their life which was forever changed by a single event. When that event happens it becomes an unforgettable memory for you and teaches you a lesson that becomes one of the basic guidelines in your life. The event that forever changed me and was most significant to me was when I decided what I planned on doing for the rest of my life; choosing my major. I knew exactly what I would plan on doing my
The definition of fear is an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. One of my most memorable moments of my life was the first time I went to Disney Land I was terrified but because of this trip I found out how to face my fears.
Pressure builds all around me, my head swimming in emotions and the loud thumping from my blood flow. My heart rate is out of control, but this is becoming a normal routine for me. The clock on the wall reads 4:32am; so I pull on some pants, grab a pack of cigarettes and my earphones.
In the ninth grade I started doing drugs. I thought it was fun and cool. I used them every day which had started out with only marijuana. I just smoked for the fun of it I thought it put me in better state of mind which I realize now it did not do that for me much less anything. I partied every single weekend even most of the weekdays because I dropped out of school. So the next year came which made me a sophmore this is when I dropped out of school within the first two weeks. I tried moving schools to get away from everything and everyone I knew but it just made it worse because I found that same crowd with a lot more kids to do drugs with. So I left the first school I went to which was p.v. After that I just completely quit school for awhile and got a job.
On January 18th, the class was given the assignment to try not to use media all day. I however, did not succeed due to certain, stressing matters that came up.
A life-changing event is not something to be taken lightly. Throughout our lives, we encounter many obstacles and changes, some of which bring us joy and excitement, others of which may be hard for us to handle. When I look back on my relatively short life, it may, at first, be hard for me to think of an event that has truly molded and shaped the person that I am today. I have encountered several changes, but at the time, they felt like mere speed bumps along my path. Looking back now, it is easy for me to see that these changes were not by chance, but were placed in my path to form the person that I am today.
Think back to one of your earliest memories, perhaps a memory of being frightened as a young child, or being delighted by a new experience or sensation. Why is it that we remember certain events in our life that are triggered by a deep or intense emotion, but we cannot remember what we had for lunch last Tuesday? The way in which we relate to the world is so heavily influenced by our memories, and in part by the emotions in which we felt when we experienced said event. If once as a teen you were nearly hit by a car when crossing a road, you future interactions with road crossings is probably going to be a slightly more heightened event than if you had never experienced such an event.