Typical Day For Me Essay

It was just another normal day. Waking up to the vociferous screams of fury that punctuated the silence of my apartment, I surveyed my surrounding blearily, dismissing the screams in its entirety. My neighbours were at it again. Morbidly, I couldn’t help but wonder if they were ever going to kill each other. Afterall, murder was so common nowadays since the charges never seemed to stick. Stretching slowly, I rose from my comfortable bed as I began to get ready for school. Then, once I was prepared, I grabbed my bag. Finally, I donned my pristine white shoes before quietly slipping out of my home to begin my daily stroll to school.

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

Also, they felt that life became hopeless. People felt sad, and we all thought about what had happened, and how I would have extra responsibilities. Also, people started to worry about what will happen to us, and who would stay with us. Also, they thought about my life, and how everything changed. After that day, all I felt was sadness, loss of hope, and always wanted to stay alone far away from people. Today it has been five months since that week, and my life is not like before. They are the most depressing times of my life. But I know that I will learn from this journey, and will be able to imply all the ways of taking care of my siblings, and taking charge of a house. So today my life is not the way I thought it would be when I was young, but in the end maybe one day it will get

In the reading “On a Typical Day,” it provides statistics on typical day for the U.S Customs and Border Protection officers. The reading states many statistics that come to a surprise to me. One, for example, would be that CBP seize about 7,910 pounds of drugs each day. In which means in a year over 2,887,150 pounds of drugs are seized from individuals attempting to smuggle over the border. I found this very shocking because I guess I never realized how many individuals do try to cross the border while attempting to smuggle in drugs. Another statistic that surprised me is that CBP intercepted 20 fraudulent documents, which means in a year 7,300 fraudulent documents are intercepted. I’m really surprised that the number is only 20 a day because

On January 5, 2009 my father pasted away. He and I did not have the typical father-son relationship; we did not have a relationship at all. I presumed that it would have a little if any affect on me. However, as the semester continued, it seemed to get worse. Besides my father’s passing, several weeks later my grandmother was diagnosed with dementia. It was difficult for me to deal with, but it was more difficult for my mother to handle.

Unexpectedly, my father called and with an unsteady voice explained, “I had to take your mother to the emergency room, and she is now being admitted to the hospital.” At age 13, this phone call began the most dreadful time of my life. Prior to this event, I was exceedingly dependent on my parents and even struggled with separating from them. In the beginning of my mother’s hospital stay, my familymy parents and two, younger sisters were constantly divided. My father stayed in the hospital with my mother, while my sisters and I would switch between caring family members and friends. Eventually I grew tired of different environments and decided that staying home alone was the far better option. As a result, I appreciate independence and know how to solely maintain a home.

I could hear muted sobs as friends and family members began lashing out in tears. Yet, I stood still as ever as memories with my best friend began flashing in my head. I was best friends with a girl who lived right next door to me since birth. We told secrets and laughed with one another since the day I can recall my earliest memory as a child. It was unfortunate to see it all come to an end now that she was gone. All I saw was her lifeless body slowly turning pale on a stretcher stationed on her living room floor. This was one of those moments that makes you question how quickly life can take an unexpected turn. I wasn't willing to accept that

The day was cold and rainy, and usually, days like these entails bad news. My dad came home with a grim look on his face and he said, “I lost my job”. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The words struck me like a bullet and I immediately ran upstairs and cried. It was the year 2008, the time where the economic recession was occurring. Countless of people lost their jobs. At the time, my family and I were living in West Chicago, Illinois and I was very upset because I knew that my life was about to be turned upside down. We never imagined the economic decline would affect us, maybe we were in denial, maybe we should have expected the worst but nevertheless, it was shocking. Since after my dad got laid off from his job, we had no

Bills began to pile up once again and eventually stress took over. My father demanded all of the income made in the family in order to pay for the bills.”Where is your salary?!” he would yell outside my bedroom door. Of course, my family gladly gave it to him because we were a family we help each other out. By this time my older sister’s were in their early 20s and I and the sister before me were still little children. I was still young to understand everything, but as I look back I begin to realize we weren’t exactly the happiest

The types of technology I interact with throughout a typical day are: my phone, laptop, and TV. I use my phone at the start of the day (as an alarm clock), and then throughout the rest of the day I use it to communicate (text/call) with friends/family. Basically, my phone stays with my 24hours of the day. I use my laptop as much as I use my phone. Typically, I am on my laptop 70% of the day. This includes browsing the Internet, listening to music, and using word/ other applications to complete homework. I would say that the TV is only used for a short period of time, only to watch the news, or a show.

It was predicted that the world would come to an end on December 21st, 2012. Instead, for my family and me, it came on June 9, 2013. On this day, my father passed away from an aortic dissection. He was a 44-year-old man, with no history of heart failure and who came from a family with no issues as well. How could this possibly happen? The doctors had no response and could not think of any reason that this would possibly happen. My family and I knew that it was beyond our control, but that was no justification. Nobody could possibly replace him in our lives or in our hearts. I was left as a 14 year old to cope with this along with the pressures of school. Out of every obstacle I have been forced to overcome, this was by far the most arduous. I was left without one of the most influential people in my life, and I had lost my closest friend. An

My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.

The start of the day was superlative, the sky was painted a bright blue without the trace of a single cloud, and there in the middle was the sun, shining its band of intense light across the lands like a golden banner. It felt like the day where you would least expect to lose a family member, considering that I had already lost both my parents in a car crash at a very young age. At the moment I live with my older brother and my uncle, who has kindly agreed to be our guardian until my brother turns eighteen. Uncle Jim generously insisted on taking up this position until my brother was old enough to inherit the family fortune which happened to be in a few months. The day started off perfectly normal, after eating, I wished to enjoy the sweet solitude atmosphere at the beach nearby. After telling my brother and Uncle Jim, I left the premises and as I stepped out, the soothing warmth appeased my mind. Ensnaring this

My family saw me as a source of entertainment, but more important when my mother glanced at my small, but full heart it caused her briefly to forget all the pain. My family accepted their new roles and I made it my responsibility to care for my mother. Every special occasion, I made it my duty to shower her with love and gifts so that she never felt alone. When I had to get heart surgery at the age of 12 years old, I was aware of her medical anxiety, so as I was wheeled into the operating room, a reassuring smile lit up on my face and I instructed my aunt stay by her side. As time passed and my family healed, darkness spread over all that love and laughter that once encompassed my body. For a decade following the most impactful day of my life, I put pressure on myself to be perfect and give my family a reason to smile. All that weight on my shoulders finally weighed me down during one of my toughest, 2013. In the beginning of my 8th grade year my personality began to change and life kept to throw curveballs at me. In September, flames ran up the side of my house and I briefly faced my death; however I escaped untouched and my childhood home remained mostly intact. In December, a baking activity ended in a cut tendon, surgery and the start of a long battle with mental

Last year I finally acknowledged the fact that when my parents, aunts and uncles die, I will not have much of a support system after watching one of my mom’s close friends loose both of her parents within a few months of each other and then fighting in the family destroying the