The Universe : My Life

However, my junior year also held some troubles for me. In October, my cousin had a stroke and passed away. Visiting her in the hospital and attending her funeral brought back unresolved issues I had from my brother’s death in 2010. I didn't know how to cope, so I fell into a deep depression. I had no energy; it was like my brain wouldn’t let me do anything I used to enjoy. I stopped playing the piano after having played for ten years. I loved to run, but I stopped completely. I didn’t have the energy for either.

I dropped out of high school in February of 2005. I was newly 17, and although I had never been an exceptional student, I had never planned on dropping out either. At the time, I had been placed in out-patient hospitalization. It was decided by my doctors, and parents, that this was the best course of action. They believed the stress of finishing school would interfere with my recovery. In truth, school had nothing to do with my illness. I was living with my parents in a violent and unhappy home. Being an empathetic person, I took everything around me in, and was not able to cope with my situation. I had a severe eating disorder, and was hospitalized after my second suicide attempt. After finishing my treatment I started attending G.E.D. prep courses and began working for at the South Salem Applebee’s as a hostess.

Walking into school on my first day of high school, I felt out of place. My face covered in acne, my teeth covered in braces, and the callicks in my hair stuck up through the abnormally thick layer of hair gel that coated them. My middle school social anxiety still ruled over me as I could barely speak with any member of the opposite sex. Yet, I still had an odd confidence about me. I had always been one of the best students in my class, even without ever studying for a test. I viewed high school as a slight uptick from the curriculum I had easily passed in middle school. I was wrong. High school exists as a microcosm of society, in which I originally failed to acclimate myself to the challenges posed to me in a setting of increased

From 5th to 8th grade I was homeschooled, and after a few years of begging my parents they finally allowed me to go to high school, with a few requirements. The requirements were having to have good grades, and staying a light. To someone who is non-Christian this term may sound weird but in the church it means to stand out, show the kids you are different and are a Christian. Eagerly to start school I said yes. At first I did really well in school, I got good grades for the most part and I had made a lot of new friends. But by the time the year was coming to an end things started to go down hill quickly, I couldn't handle the freedom my parents had given me. Things started to get out of hand I started partying and getting high all the time, I got involved with all the wrong people. I was not being the light my parents wanted, But I didn't care, I was living life, or, at least I thought I

In the summer of my freshman year of high school, I did not want to accept that I was growing up; that I was going to high school. I have always had a problem with wanting to stay a kid. I don’t like the idea of becoming old and not being able to do things that I could before. The three months of that summer were amazing fun and I worried less and less… until the 10 days till high school mark came. I have always been a confident, determined, leader, and wasn’t ever nervous or out of place. High school was a slap in the face. The kind of slap in the face that got me going. I began to look around me and realize that a lot of these kids were going to be stuck in life, while the teachers all wanted us to learn and grow. I would pray to God every night to help these kids who just needed help. It was all about the drama of last year, and she

My Freshmen year I was not used to waking up at 5:30 in the morning and taking care of my sister, her dog, and my cat. By time I got to algebra which was second period I was tired and sleep everyday. Mrs. Hempy who was my teacher tried to keep me up but it was no help. I almost failed algebra and that hurt me throughout all of my high school career. My sophomore year I started to take AP courses. My teacher Mrs. Hershey said that it is important to read the book and take notes. I had no intentions to read that book or take the notes and my grade showed that. It always hovered around a sixty and seventy, my directors were furious because I wasn't reliable because of my grade’s, and Each grading period I needed an academic waiver just to take part in marching band or choir. Each year I would tell myself that I'm going to do better this year, but I knew that was a lie as soon as I said it. My junior year

Struggling to keep my head above water is a constant challenge, especially when giving up seems like a better alternative. I am exhausted, mentally drained past refueling, yet still attempting to make each day count. All I can think about is when I can finally escape high school and the accompanying pressure that is felt every time I put pen to paper. My high school academic experience has changed me, exfoliating my brain and stripping me of

Alongside my wider research into physics, I enjoy learning about the history and story of each

It’s my freshman year in high school, and I must admit, so far high school is even worse than middle school. Despite the fact that I have 1,675 more days to go to finally graduate, being bullied and named called is worse than eating my grandma’s Brussels’ sprout. After middle school, I had hopes that things would get better. I was always the laidback kid that had no friends. I’ve was always considered as the quaint and unusual guy who barely had friends. Despite all that, some days, I was both happy and sad; and I always tried figuring out how that could be. There were some days that it got really bad that I even had suicidal thoughts. I guess I was tired up of all the lonesomeness, the

By the time, I reached adolescence my mother no longer needed my grandparents to watch us. We had relocated to a poor part of Chilliwack and had no supervision. I had started a new school, it was a lot different from the small farming school I was used to. I didn’t know a single soul. I remember on the first day of grade 9 I took shots of vodka in the morning for breakfast, because I was so worried what others would think of me, I just needed to make it through homeroom. Within the first week of school I was suspended for 3 days for getting into a fight, and was officially welcomed into the rebellious crowd. By the end of the 9th grade I was drinking every weekend and smoking pot. I started dating a boy who was 5 years older than me. He was abusive both physically and emotionally and was very controlling. At this point in my life my peers and boyfriend were major life influences. At fifteen I made the choice to leave the family home. I moved in with older people that I worked with, ended up drinking almost everyday and experimenting with other drugs. These behaviours I can try to blame on the parenting, the lack of a father figure, lack of supervision and lack of self esteem, but I chose to accept my mistakes for what they are mistakes. Looking back I wished someone would have noticed how far I was falling and catch me. A teacher to guide me ,a mother that hadn’t given up or maybe she could have enlisted some help. But I also know at this point I don’t think I would have

I had lost who I believed I was as well as my potential for who I thought I had the capacity to become. My sense of life purpose and direction became unknown to me, as I felt resigned to accept the fate that I may not, after all, be “good enough” for a meaningful career or one that required intellectual and critical thought, things which I felt I previously had to offer. Never one for drugs or alcohol, my main hurdle was my anxiety and cognitive distortions of not believing I was capable of anything more. Time seemed stagnant, and positive change seemed nearly impossible. I remember picking up high school courses, getting halfway through with a near-perfect 100 percent average, and getting too overwhelmed and wrapped up in self-guilt over what I had let my life become that I’d drop the course and retreat again. At this point in my life I was very aware of my age, being near the end years of my teens and watching my friends go on to university only reiterated the blow to my self-esteem that I already felt too often.

In 10th grade I had completely given up on myself, I stopped trying in school and would do anything not to go. I rarely wanted to go out with my friends. I never felt happy or that I had any sort of purpose in life. I felt like no matter how hard I tried I would never make a mark on this world. I guess it was because I didn’t really have any direction in my life. With all of my peers having their future lined up for themselves I felt like I was all alone not knowing what my future was going to look like.

Religions and cultures have their own versions of the origin stories, which are general anecdotes or narratives in order to explain the existence and mysteries of the universe and the human beings. And big history is also an origin story, attempting to examine the history of the Universe from the Big Bang, explain the present and predict the future of the universe as well as the human beings. One of the most important theme found in the Big history is the idea of increasing complexity and the term of “Goldilocks conditions”, Christian suggests that the universe creates complexity when these conditions require a favorable environment, which is neither too hot nor too cold, thus providing just the required environment necessary for complexity to take place. These conditions found in the dissimilar thresholds including the creation of the universe and the formation of the stars, the early human life and the modern epoch.

Consider the universe. It is never boundless, never-ending and contains everything that has ever been or ever will be. Mankind has always been interested in what lies beyond the world that we know and finding what else is out there. The universe includes everything from the largest stars to the smallest particles. Exploring the universe is more than just space travel it includes exploring the world and all it contains. It can lead to cures for new diseases, the discovery of new elements, finding a new planet to live on or even finding an asteroid hurtling through space towards planet Earth. Whether it is looking into a telescope to see the vast unknown or into a microscope peering down on the smallest particles that make up our world we

Growing up, my parents were young. They had me when they were only teenagers and made an arrangement with my grandparents. Until my parents felt like they could handle me, my grandfather would be my caretaker. He and I would explore the world, learning about plant species, animals, science, and math. We would have outings to the Cascades, hike trails, and learn about the wildlife roaming areas. Summer nights, we would stargaze and learn about the cosmos. We spent years collecting issues of “Secrets of the Universe: Your Guide to the Cosmos.” He was the smartest, most knowledgeable person I knew. I learned more with him in those years than I did in school. He was my best friend, my mentor, and he was the most important person in my life.