Personal Journey Essay

Although my successes were somewhat beneficial, I cannot express the harsh journey I had to endure through. First of all, I had to sell my land just to gather supplies that I would need along the journey. On the journey, we even lost some of the supplies, making my sacrifice useless. The difficulty before the trip was hard, but what came after that and in the journey was dreadful. One major challenge during the journey was the climate. We would face through thunderstorms, hailstorms, and cold mountain

Living in St. Joseph, we are surrounded by beautiful artwork everywhere we walk. You can see pieces on the bluff, by the lake, and even in little art galleries downtown. I personally feel that local artwork is something that I have taken advantage of. I have lived in the same town all my life and this was the first time that I dedicated time to appreciate the art around me. I went with my mother to the Krasl Art Center on Saturday October 8, 2016 around 6pm. We decided to just stay out in the yard

As of now I must have my parents turning in their graves with what I am doing now. I stood in a boxing ring in a room full of men that looked at me like I was their prey, the person they would feast on. Hungry looks cover the faces of the paunchy men. I was hired to dance for the men in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination; I was practically naked. Money was money and I really need the cash they are offering. But the fact that a good amount of cash would be coming my way, I was fearful

Azusa Pacific University holds a distinct impact on my spiritual life, which in turn impacted my entire life. Entering this journey with faith, building a relationship with God, and finding a community began here, at APU. My sophomore year in High school, my sister was a junior at APU, she introduced me to positive outlook of Christianity, where it plays out not only in Chapel but in the classrooms, with the people, and through the entire campus. I seen through her what impact and transformation

In my opinion, one of the toughest obstacles facing young adults is the idea that there is a chronological order that life should follow. Graduate from high school, attend college, graduate from college, get married, have children, and so on. Rarely are any other options made known. After graduating high school, I attended North Dakota State University. Though I was thrilled to go away to college, it was never in the interest of academics. I was doing everything the "right" way, but it was not right

It was deafening, then it was eerily quiet; an overwhelming silence. The humanoid girls were crying, then in the span of a single second, an unnatural stillness descended upon the two. He could feel their emotions, but there was something else, an abnormality that bore upon their leaking fear. It suppressed their terror, drowning them in a false serenity. The waves ebbed, and they were suddenly calm; quietly and obediently holding onto the side of the Zeltron's clothing. He knew the children were

The University of Maryland is the next step for me to achieve success. Coming out of high school, I had a feeling college would be the defining moment in my life. It seemed that it took me a long time to realize what I needed to do in order to really fulfill my potential – I took my education for granted. I knew I needed more time to develop before enrolling in a full time, 4-year university such as UMD. Though I struggled, I learned what I would need to do at FCC to succeed through the mistakes

Growing up, I was told the path to life is simple. Go to school, get good grades, participate in after school activities, go to college and you’ll do great in life. While the road to finish my BA in English has been a little bumpy and taken longer than expected, there is not a single thing I would change. I am proud to declare, nine years after graduating from high school, I am graduating from Sacramento State University on the 21st of May 2016. My college career began September 2007, at Solano

completely. My mother became my inspiration then. Whenever my sister came to me for help with schoolwork, I tried to be as patient with her as my mother had been with me; however, my fifth-grade self could barely understand what patience was. My journey through middle school was what helped me develop my patience. Having to work with some of the most infuriating people under a teacher’s watchful eye meant that I could not lash out at them as much as I had wanted to.

I have been travelling with these two idiots. I am not sure what or where we are going, but they keep talking about going to different states and cities. What are they seeking? I am not even sure. Wait, what about myself? What do I want in my life and with who? Why am I travelling with this dumb, irresponsible, and uncaring man, Dean? And, with his hapless friend Sal, who is just fluttering through this road they travel on. What is my road? Who do I want to be? With? Should I still keep loving Dean