I believe that every event in your life happens for a reason. Whether the outcome of the event is good or bad it teaches us a lesson. Jeannette Walls, one of my many favorite authors, states, "Sometimes something catastrophic can occur in a split second that changes a person's life forever; other times one minor incident can lead to another and then another and another, eventually setting off just as big a change in a body's life.” Like author Walls says, there can be one major incident or one minor, but both can impact one’s life drastically. My event was major and it was what marked my transition from childhood to adulthood.…
Faith is the belief in something greater than us one can put full trust, confidence, and reliance on when difficult times arise. I was raised to be involved with church activities to maintain my spiritual life; additionally my faith grew dramatically when my cousin deceased and gave me an overview of what I wanted to pursue my career as. When I was a child, my parents encouraged me to always be as loving and caring as I could be, not for personal gain, but to be benevolent to the people around me. I was raised with two loving parents, Mario and Rebeca, along with a younger brother, Mario and older sister, Ana.…
The most unexpected thing in life just happens. “Eight words spoken quietly, indifferently, without emotion. Eight short, simple words. Yet that was the moment when I parted from my mother.”…
I was 23 before I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder. As far back as Elementary school I knew that there was something “off” in the way that I processed information. That my ability to do well academically was somehow hindered by not having certain tools that I needed, tools I wasn’t even aware existed. In high school, I began to augment my deficits with strengths. Where my grades were lacking I made up for it through creativity; I excelled at art and photography.…
My mother would always say everything happens for a reason. When I was eight years old, one of my third grade classmates asked me why I spoke funny. I’m using the word classmate because I can hardly call this girl a peer. We might be the same age and of the same coloring book abilities, but we shared nothing else.…
I sat there in the hard seat of my desk and waited patiently. The scent of Lysol was overwhelmingly powerful in the room, but I knew by the third week it would be overpowered by the smell of musty children and chalk dust. I could not wait for my new teacher to saunter up to me, eyes full of admiration, and give me my paper. I had worked hard on it for nearly two months during the summer prior to this new school year. Looking around the room at my new classmates, it was easy to tell who had done the summer assignments, especially with their conspicuous faces.…
All my life I’ve struggled with not feeling fulfilled in Loveland, Colorado. I never feel truly inspired, motivated, or happy. Driving down 29th street for what feels like the 29th time that day, I look at the McDonald’s I’ve ate at since childhood, I watch all the less than intereging Honda Civics and Ford Tauruses everyone in Northern Colorado seems to drive, and I look at the drab Loveland High School building and I’m reminded of how much I hate everything it holds. Everything I see, I feel like I’ve seen it before…
When I was younger I always seemed to get into trouble. I found school and home really boring so I did things to make it more exciting. I disobeyed everyone who though they were in charge of me. No one can tell me what to do. My grades were terrible and my social life was not any better.…
The bright yellow light of the sunlight beamed right into my eyes. Half blinded I adjusted to my surroundings. I sat up and looked around, I fixed my tousled hair. Looking up at Devon and Anthony past asleep I knew I was up early. My phone had no signal and was at the point of dying.…
We waited, standing on the hot summer concrete. We stood by two security guards. They seemed tired and unamused, like they had done this routine multiple times before now. We weren’t really big anyway, so I could understand why they would act that way on front of us. After a few minutes of waiting, a line of cars pulled up.…
Hello Everyone, It is so nice to finally meet you. I apologize for coming to the party late. It is just that my life is so muddled that complications, bumps in the road, and U-turns are just a part of my daily routine. So here it goes, my formal introduction.…
When we were Locked out of our House We were coming back home passing through town and into our neighborhood it was a long car ride. She didn't have a garage opener so when we came home we waited for someone to open the door then my mom just remembered that she left her keys inside ,so we didn't know what to do. We went to the backyard and tried to open the backdoor but we couldn't so me and my cousin climbed the fence and then we went to the little park in the field behind our house. We played and played then I saw my uncle and dad take off the window too our house we were playing tag then “TAG! Your it” said my cousin while I was looking “HEY I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION!”…
Whenever I think about my childhood I picture my mom waking me up, dropping me in front of my school. She tells me that she will come and pick me up at 3:00. In my memory, she always smiles and tells me that I will learn something new every day, and she will not leave until seeing me go pass the school gate. At first, I didn’t know why she did that. As I grew up, I realized she’s my mom…
I could remember it like it was yesterday the hurt, the pain, all the guilt I felt. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to fix or stop what was happening right before my eyes was painful. All my life there was always something that happened, it seemed like the bad started to out way the good in my mind. I knew something was off my father was always in and out of prison, his body appeared weak and fragile. Communication wasn’t consistent I could have a phone call one day from his cell phone and the next day, you're getting a call from an inmate named(inmate says their name) press one if you would like to accept this call.…
When I was young, everything was consistent. I didn 't think of the future, and was content with the way things were. Everything changed that eventful afternoon when my mother told me that we were moving. I felt confused not knowing what the move entailed. Moving houses meant I had to go to a new school, something I’ve never done before.…