The Life Of My Life

The campus itself felt comparable to the size of a town. A brief feeling of excitement was overtaken by apprehension. I had never lived on my own before, I was in a new state, and my parents were much further away than a walk down the hallway. These were some of the thoughts that filled my mind at the time. Before they left to head home, we had an exceedingly long and emotional conversation over dinner. They handed me a photo of us all which had a note on the backside. The note summarized their level of confidence, proudness, and despite forthcoming complications, they will always be there for their son. Tears of love ran down each of our faces as we said

I had really enjoyed my life in Newmarket, but I was time to start my life in New York City. My dad got a job there, so my mom and I moved there with him. I really liked my last school and had lots of friends there that I would miss dearly. It was the first day of school and I didn't know what the kids at this school would think of me. As I walked to school, I wondered what my fate would be today. I was almost at school when I noticed something unusual. I noticed that all the kids at school walked in cliques. Nobody in a clique talked to others cliques, and it felt like they wanted to isolate themselves. This was weird for me due to the fact that at my old school, everyone talked and socialized to each other. I walked into the giant building, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. The school was massive, and it was at least 3 time bigger than my old school. I had to find my own way to my first class, and got myself lost several times, but I finally found where it was. I walked into the classroom and the teacher greeted me and I was introduced to the class. I went and found a seat at the very back of the room, where the only seat was available. I noticed as I sat down, the kids started to look at me in a funny way! I wasn't sure what this meant but it made my stomach turn, as if I knew something bad was going to happen. As I walking out of class I got bombarded with tall strong boy’s. They

“Selena, time to wake up!” My mom yelled from downstairs, “Get up and get ready instantly if you don’t want to show up late.”

Nothing really happened, it was math class after all. I was ready to go home and stop socializing, this day had drained me, physically and emotionally. When I got home, my parents asked how my day was. I broke down and cried. The day really didn’t go as I had hoped, I hadn’t made any new friends and I was all alone. I wanted to go back to my old friends, go to their school and forget this day happened. I had imagined my first day would be like a Disney movie and although it sounded ridiculous, it’s where all my “experience” came from. My parents told me, “Of course you didn’t make any new friends, it’s only been one day! Making friends takes time, don’t be so hard on yourself,”.. They had a point. I was so paranoid that people would see me alone, thinking I was a loser with no friends. But I was new! It’s completely understandable that someone new to the school won’t instantly have a group of friends, that stuff is for Disney movies. I let go of my high expectations and my anxiety went away. Well it slowly went away. I went at my own pace, without thinking of what others thought of me. It gradually worked, and within a month or so, I could comfortably say I looked forward to going to school. I finally knew people and people knew me, but all that really mattered is that I am

When I got back to class I saw no one I knew. After I gave my teacher a late pass and she assigned me to a seat, they were already starting vocabulary. Last year you knew everyone from elementary school, however this year there were people from other schools and people who have never lived here. All day today I’ve seen my peers from middle school and they acted like they did not know me. The one who had friends had no one to talk to. Like every first day of school, you had to introduce yourself to the class. My nervousness came over me because speaking in front of crowds isn’t my favorite.

It’s the first day of 7th grade and here I am in my first year of junior high. Standing in my green polo and black pants. I didn’t know where to start or what to do. All I knew was that I needed to manage meeting 9 teachers and remembering all of their classroom rules. I went to meet up with some old friends from elementary school to ask where to go. We ended up not knowing what to do so we just followed everyone else. As the day went on I kinda just walked around by myself looking at everyone.

I was alert on where I was walking and where I should go to. I finally found my locker and opened it on the first try I was so overjoyed. My friends greeted me at my locker and calmed me down by saying “It will be alright just wait and see how your day goes”. They really reassured me and I began to calm down and settle out. A teacher told my friends and I to go to the theatre room for an assembly. The assembly was stodgy, the principal Mr. Blake was basically just listing the things we can do and can’t do. Afterwards I found my first class which was Honors English 1. The teacher's name was Mrs.Dunn she was really kindhearted and amiable. Mrs. Dunn talked about her first day at High school and how she went from a private school to a public school, that calmed me down even

That year, I won the most awards at my graduation, including the Rotary Club Award. Not to mention, I was signed up for all honors courses next year. I had seen what a lack of education had done to my father. I became determined, adamant, to thrive and to, one day, go to college. But I often questioned whether or not that would be possible given our socioeconomic situation. Thus, I endeavored to overcome and perhaps receive a scholarship, and now, in eleventh grade, I’m an I.B. Diploma Candidate. And I may not know what career I want to pursue, but true passion takes time. In many ways, I’m still that little girl, only stronger and engrossed in the world of adolescence rather than of

Everyone’s journey is a unique one, and that’s what makes us special. I might only be twenty-six years old, but I have had a lot of experiences. From people and athletics to jobs and education, they all have taught me something. Without being intentional and taking risks, you won’t discover new things about yourself, and you won’t lead a happy and fulfilling life.

In my life, there’s have been a lot of ups and downs in the little eighteen years that I have. Each one of them have been something important and life changing for me. When we go through hard things in life, I think that we learn more of it than from the good things. And what may see as a bad thing could be the best thing that ever happen to you. Changes can represent risks, fear, and challenges, but they are the best thing to do if you want your life to be better or go in a different way. We only must make the best out of it, and that’s what I did when I came to this country.

I cannot believe my life. Every day, I wake up, with not much sleep, knowing of the tiring labour that is to come. Stitching, weaving, mending, spinning, harvesting and nursing. It’s no wonder waking up at 3 am isn’t a problem for me. My husband practically has it the same. He must go out to the lord’s farm, tending to the crops and plants. We both hate the summer season. Since he has to work, from dusk to dawn, his work hours will be longer. And now we’ll have to work harder since there is a lot of harvest in summer.

Here I am now, standing under these lights, I hear a thunderous applause, my heart is beating fast. Everyone is looking at me with a smile on the face. I can see my parents sitting in the front seats looking at me so proudly. They are glad telling other people that I am their daughter. After this hard time, I can finally speak like a normal person, not only that, and now my words can reach people’s hearts, change lives and bring hope to others who their lives turned into darkness so suddenly as what happened to me.

I used to complain about the way my life was. I would whine and cry, but I never did anything more than that. Until the day I realized I didn't want to live that way anymore, then everything changed. You see my life wasn't perfect, it isn't perfect, and will never be perfect. There was a point in my life when I felt like it had to be perfect because unfortunately I was cursed as a perfectionist. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted things to work exactly the way I wanted, but then one day I woke up. I realized that's not how the world works and I was going to have to get used to it. It was very complicated at first but in a way, I was able to get used to it. Of course, I still get, obsessive over things but I have found ways to overcome that.

My life has been the same for three years. Yes that's right three years. Ever since my dad has left life geot me and my mom pretty good. My Dad left me and my Mom when I was five so I really have no memory of him at all. Then when I was eleven the worst thing happened. My mom got super sick. At that time life got pretty hard. My mom had a hard time keeping up with her job and eventually her house payments. When I was thirteen my Mom was permanently moved into a hospital my mom had assistance by nurses until I was seventeen. The doctors still couldn't figure out what was wrong with my mom so they sent us home and told us that eventually my mom would die. I've been my mom's personal assistant and nurse know for over a year and I knew what needed to happen. I decided for my mom’s sake and mine to move to Ccleveland, Ohio and leave our little city in India behind in hopes to find out what's wrong with my mom. I wish my life was easier.. I wish I had a more normal life but no I’m lLike a nurse that doesn't get paid. I wish I had more freedom.

I am part of an awesome family of four, including my mom, and my two brothers, Logan and Christian, it used to be five, but my parents divorced and I never talk to my dad anymore for hurting us. We've always been a close family with big hearts for God. My family and I moved to Michigan and shortly after we moved I joined a youth group at St.george's church, it was awesome for me to build friendship and to get much closer to God. Darkness entered my life over time, I began to feel weird, a smile I had every day had vanished. I began to see or hear things that aren't there about thoughts of death. I began to lose faith in god. My life felt like it got lost.