The Experience Of Life : Personal Experiences In My Life

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

The topics for this essay are challenging for me to describe life experiences, because I feel there is a deeper meaning behind happiness, evil, and a higher power. People decisions and actions determine how my day will go, due to modern society and the need for financial security. The high demand of security and keeping up with modern technology distracts individuals from their health, causing an unbalanced world of individuals. When we are balanced as individuals, we tend to feel good about yourselves, otherwise we feel bad, or our actions can be evil due to an experience or negativity or neglect. I feel anyone is able to change due to our bodies being able heal, and our inner energy creates this possibility or we allow the negative to control our energy. By creating a balance of life and surround yourselves with people you want to be a like, or around because we cannot control other people actions.

I wake up to see it’s only around 7 AM, a considerably earlier time than usual for me wake up since it's a weekend during my junior year. As soon as I exit my bedroom I see my mom, at this point she had been having a hard time breathing for a few days already and today it looks worse. I can see her struggling and gasping for breaths almost. I decided to sit next to her and she says something along the lines of "I think I have no choice but to go to the hospital" I was shocked because she never goes to the hospital even when she feels horrible. The day before was the day that my mom had gotten paid so she hands me her purse and money when the ambulance arrives.

There is a point in every teenager’s life where they have to take a moment to sit there and think, if only for a moment, “Oh dear God, I’m an adult.” Some approach this point too early while others will have this epiphany too late. It all depends on what the person has gone through and the experiences they have had growing up. For me, I didn’t realize that I was growing up until I started my first job at a family fun center. Working in that rundown arcade, I hated it, yet it was honestly the beginning of what I would call my growing up phase. My family was the coddling sort, so there weren’t many times where I was allowed to go out and be around people who I didn’t know until I reached the age 16. First taste of freedom, first pay check, and the first feeling of legitimate pride for myself that I had, all of that led to me growing into a young woman as opposed to the little girl I once saw myself as. From then on, I started to develop a sense of responsibility and independence I loved.

When I met Josh around three years ago as his teacher assistant, he was shy, quiet and kept to himself. Yet as the semester went on he became more comfortable around me and his peers and engaged in conversation with myself and other classmates. I never imagined I would meet up with him again to do an assignment for our summer English 101 class. When I sat down with him in the Douglas library, the first thing I noticed was his prominent green eyes contrasting his darker hair followed by his welcoming smile. We chatted about what our lives had been like since the last time we saw each other and he surprised me by mentioning that he graduated from Plattsburgh State University only a week ago with a Bachelor’s of Science in Fitness and Wellness Leadership. Over the two years that he was there, he would travel forty-five minutes one way to get to class from his small town of Lyon Mountain.

When I was young I didn't realize that my life was different from anyone else's. I thought everyone lived like me. That it wasn't that unusual to have an alcoholic father who was always angry, and that no one else had enough money either but they were just better at keeping up appearances. I was a naive little girl who didn't know any better.

During my eighteen years of living, I have gone through adversity, and overcame every obstacle God has stored in my life. I’m blessed to be living the life I live today, and wouldn’t want my life in any other way. Looking back at my life, I could see the hardest obstacle I had to go through. It helped craft me into the man I am today, and without it happening I don’t know where I would be today. My defining moment is my parents being in the military and constantly getting deployed throughout my whole childhood.

It was the summer before my eighth grade year. I was thirteen years old and so excited for the upcoming school year. I earned a position on both the mixed and girls select choir. I loved my school, I had a great group of friends, and life was good; or so I thought. On a muggy 100 degree July afternoon, my dad took my little sister and I on an outing. We walked to the nearby 7-11 gas station for finger freezing milkshakes. Once we purchased our chilly beverages, we proceeded walking to Brentwood park. We sat at a picnic table worn down by time. Etchings of hearts with initials inside covered the table like wrapping paper. The three of us chatted about summer plans and asked “get-to-know-you” questions. After about half an hour, there was a lull in the conversation and all that could be heard was the slurping of the last drops of cookies ‘n cream milkshakes. That’s when dad said he had some news. He announced that he received a job offer on an army base, which was cool because he had been wanting to find a new position. Then the bomb dropped. The job was in the Republic of the Marshall Islands and I had no clue where that was. We had 2 months to pack up, say our goodbyes, and leave. September 19th, 2013, we embarked on our new adventure. We flew from Washington to Colorado to Hawaii and on the 21st we arrived on Kwajalein. As soon as we stepped off the plane, we were bombarded by sponsors and my dad’s co-workers. The Chief Medical Officer, our family’s sponsor, show us around

In 2014 my life changed drastically, and I have not been the same person that I was that short time ago. It all began with my big secret coming out and continued to roll into a giant snowball, up until I finally found the sun to melt it away. I went through a long depressive phase and then along my journey I found peace again.

I grew up in a small community and grew accustomed to the people I knew. But I’ve also moved around and had to cope with the challenges of new introductions.

My life, in my opinion, is not boring or dull, but rather quite exciting. It has always been crazy and it still is now. When I was 4 years old, I had both my tonsils removed, resulting in me only being able to eat soft foods for 1 week. When I was 6 years old, I was diagnosed with ADHD. That made me have to take ADHD medications. Every time the medication would seem to be working, it would become ineffective, making me have to switch medications. I’ve heard the names of the medications so many times, they are burned into my mind. Dextroamphetamine. Clonidine. Methylphenidate. Guanfacine. Amoxatine. Lisdexamfetamine. The doctor kept on switching my medications for about 2 years until we finally found something that worked. But another problem had to crop up. At the age of 10, I broke my right collarbone and had to get a sling. Of course, it had to be my dominant arm, instead of my left, but as luck would have it, it was my right. Now I am 13 years old, and I live in Green Bay, Wisconsin with my mom, dad, and my sister Zoe.

It was early in the year of 2013 that I had thought my life would be changed forever. I was 12 years old when I first heard the news of my parents getting divorced. Devastated and in denial I had to learn that it was for the best and the last thing I would have wanted was unhappy parents. My Mother was offered a job in Charlotte, NC, where I currently live, that she couldn't pass up. When I heard that I would have to move from Akron, Ohio after completing seventh grade I was very nervous and terrified for my future. No one likes being the new kid, but to me it was almost a relief and a chance to start fresh. When we moved to Waxhaw, North Carolina I did not believe I would struggle has much as I did. The teaching and the ways they had taught their students at Cuthbertson middle had added more stress of being the new kid. I made friends fast and that's where I learned how to be outgoing. I didn't think anything could go wrong because my life was back to being balanced. When eighth year had been coming to an end and the pressure had been lifted off, my mother got the news that she could reclass me because I was not use to the learning, it felt like an enormous setback. It added much doubt to my mind and fear of what would come next. With the support of my mother alongside me and supporting me, the doubt I had about a new school began to wash away, but during this time my anxiety began to flood in. High school came around and it was never easy for me, but I learned to push

Volunteering is an important part of my life, so Tulane’s emphasis on community engagement is one reason we’re a good fit. I actually had the opportunity to travel to New Orleans in the summer of 2016 through the Rustic Pathways organization to help rebuild the city from Hurricane Katrina. Even though I technically spent two weeks aiding others, the experience helped me more than I ever imagined it would. Not only did I immerse myself in the vibrant culture of New Orleans, but I learned firsthand about other lifestyles by meeting new people from all around the globe. We celebrated Bastille Day with Romane from Paris, and comforted her and Thomas when the Nice attack shook their nation. As we mudded the walls of ‘our house’ in the Lower 9th Ward, I shared stories about celebrity sightings with Emma from Rochester, and learned from Aidan that the stereotype of rain in Seattle is true. I’m so grateful that I had the opportunity to meet people who would become some of my closest friends while helping those that have been displaced. I was moved by the sense of connectedness that has emerged in New Orleans since the natural disaster. We worked with the Saint Bernard’s Project to bring families back home after ten years. The organization holds welcome home parties for the families once their house is finished, and our group attended the festivities for an older couple that had been living with their adult children since the disaster. Enjoying cake and conversing with the

When I was young, every adult I met told me, “Don’t be in a hurry to grow up!”, and I told them I was not. Though I looked forward to my freedoms I would achieve as I became older, I usually enjoyed being a child to the full extent. There was no other time in my life that was full of pure happiness; but one minute I was five years old, spread out on the living room floor, tearing through the Target toy catalog and circling everything with a black marker, the next minute I was seventeen, smiling sheepishly while my parents’ friends ask where I planned on going to college.

When i was 6 years old my whole life changed completely my life became a living nightmare.