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My earliest memory of childhood joy was more of a feeling. I recall living in Queens, New York. My family consisted of my older sister, myself, my brother, and my little sister. My mother was the full time parent always at home no matter what. My father was always gone. He worked fulltime and lived across town closer to his job. At that young age, I just noticed him gone. I remember the feeling of being extremely happy and thrilled when he came by to visit because we missed him and he always gave us money. I recall the overwhelming feeling of joy that I felt seeing my father every afternoon when he got off work. He would come by and visit us. He would ask us about how our day had been and spend some time with us. About an hour after his arrival, he would give each of us a one dollar bill to spend at the corner store. I was fortunate and felt as if I was being rewarded for good behavior. My sister was the oldest of us all. She would walk us to the corner store to buy whatever we wanted with our one dollar that dad had given us. In the 1980’s, a one dollar bill could stretch a long way and buy a lot. There were certain items that we bought every time we went. The bags of Dorito chips were only $.25. The juices were also $.25. We would always get red, blue, orange, or green flavored juices. No other flavors were as good as these colors. I recall the times that I would have to fight with my brother for the last good flavor available. I would then have $.50 left to purchase what else I wanted. The other half of the dollar was never the same. I would switch it up every time. The little Debbie cakes were $.25 each. Some days I would get a Twinkie. Other days I would get a Ding Dong. There was a huge variety of different types of cakes... ... middle of paper ... ...! How is it that I was surrounded by all these people that I knew, but did not know. I knew them by name, but knew nothing of them. For the past three years, I had isolated myself from getting to know other people. I felt so alienated and detached from my fellow classmates. As the days passed by, I wanted to go to school less and less. Even though I knew just about everyone at the school, I still felt lost and lonely. I ended up dropping out of school that year a couple times because of the awkward feelings I had attending that school. I knew that I really needed to graduate high school by any means necessary, so what I decided to do, was to enrol myself in a new local high school for my senior year. My focus and goal was to graduate, not to attend a social function. From the moment I entered the new school, I turned my goals into reality and I graduated that year.
Everything I dreamed about for my senior year was taken from me the day that I moved. When I left my old school I not only said goodbye to my friends, but I also said goodbye to an easy senior year. At my new school I am just another body. No one knows who I am. I talk to everyone I meet, trying to make conversation, but yet I still eat alone in the cafeteria every day, listening to everyone laugh while I try to hold back my tears.
Before my years in high school, I rarely put time and effort into studying and constantly associated with my friends at school; that is until I entered high school. The different competitive atmosphere at high school caused me to suddenly prioritize my studies ahead of everything else and my ambition became greater than ever. I began to interact less with my old friends and become less sociable with those around me. My parents also began to notice this drastic change and encouraged me to once in a while contact my old friends. During the beginning, I contacted my friends about two or three times a week, but the phone calls began to gradually diminish. I began to abandon my previous cheerful, ebullient nature in order to conform to the competitive, tense study environment at high school. As long as I successfully accomplished my goals and was accepted by others, I was willing to alter myself in order to assimilate into the mainstream environment. Through my hard work and perseverance, I was able to reach my goal and receive the acknowledgement of others; however, despite fulfilling all my ambitions, I did not feel any joy or satisfaction within myself. Even though I successfully accomplished my objectives in school, I realized that in return I completely sacrificed my social life. Despite being accepted by others, I began to feel a sense of loneliness and longed to
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It was okay to start a new chapter of my life and make new friends at Humboldt. On the first day of school, a seventh grade girl with brown, curly hair, named Haylie, came up to me in the gymnasium to ask me what my name was, and where I had moved from. I told her my name was Annalise, and that I had moved from Moran. Little did I know, this girl would be my best friend for the next six years of my middle and high school career. My new classmates also accepted me and made me feel welcomed. I realized these people would become my new family. Throughout middle school, I noticed that our class was different than the others. We were always the smallest and closest class. Everyone talked to everyone, and we made a lot of memories that I will never forget. This closeness is something I had hoped our class would carry on throughout our high school
“High school is tough.” That’s what I was always told. Although, freshmen year was easy for me, I went to East Brunswick VoTech. I woke up at eight and left school at three thirty. All of my friends went to our district high school so I didn’t get to see them much. They also got out of school an hour and a half before I did. The workload was not so bad and I felt a sense of purpose. Then sophomore year came and I decided to transfer to district. I figured I’d get to see all my friends again and there’d be a few differences from VoTech but nothing I couldn’t handle. Oh, how wrong I was. The workload was immediately double what I did in VoTech, maybe even triple. I tried to stay afloat in the sea of work but was easily overwhelmed by it all.
When I think about how I became the person I am, all I can think about is where I am from; where my roots lie; what really has shaped me to the kind of person I am today; my hometown of Brownsville, Texas. Unlike every other city in Texas, the vibe that comes from my town cannot be compared to any other in the whole state, which is mainly due to the demographics. Less than 5% of all the population of Brownsville are non-Hispanic, and it is definitely not known for being a wealthiest city in Texas; which gave me a distinctive feel for the area and the people all around me.
When I time traveled to the future, it was weird because I went with my sister and with my best friend Layla, but first I will tell you the beginning of the story. When Layla and I were sitting at our desks until our teacher Mrs. Saver showed us a new book called time travel. We both wanted to read the book so we asked Mrs. Sarver if Layla and I could read the book together and Mrs. Sarver told us yes, but we can’t joke around or mess around with each other or she will separate us. When Layla and I went to my house, Layla asked me “wouldn’t you want to travel to the future” and then I got an Idea. I told Layla that she had to go home, but Layla asked me why, so I told her that I had to do my homework, when she left I went to my parent’s
Social anxiety is debilitating. While struggling with it, stepping onto a school campus felt like death. My body would become masked in sweat and my heart felt like it would burst at any second. My classes exhausted me and I couldn’t make any friends. Everyone told me that high school was supposed to be the greatest four years of my life, but it felt like hell. Like most lonely, troubled teenagers, I resorted to escapism using the internet.
My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my dreams. I don’t think I could have been any further from the actual truth. Things don’t always turn out how they are planned and my high school dreams definitely did not live up to my high expectations.
I know what it’s like to feel rejected by peers. When I was a child I was very shy and not much of a sociable person. Many people would bully me and too this day I’m still a little terrified by people. I have a hard time trusting others and coming out of my shell. However, when I do I make some amazing friends. What helped me get over some of the torment I faced from elementary through high school were my parents and my religion. My mom always reminded me that I had individual worth and that anyone who didn’t see that was missing out. Constant years of this reminder allowed me to accept my past and move on. By moving on I was able to start making friends this year.
Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.
One of the many great aspects of high school is the new friendships that are formed, along with the existing ones that are strengthened. When your high school life begins, you’re very secluded, and tend not to branch off from your current group of friends to try and meet new people. You feel comfortable seeing familiar faces, but once you’re able to break out of that shell, you realize what you’ve been missing out on. There are all sorts of ne...
“I define Joy as a sustained sense of well-being and internal peace – a connection to what matters” (Oprah Winfrey). REFERENCES Fry, Elizabeth. A. “A Childhood Biography of Oprah Winfrey.” About.com, a part of The New York Times Company, 2010. Web.
I’m going to write about my past life and how it has influenced me now that I am older. Most of the bad things I did and most of the good things I did while I was growing up.
I can honestly say that I thought my first semester of college had went better than I thought it would’ve gone. Academically, my grades are really good and I know that I have above a 3.0 GPA so that’s cool. Also, I thought that the professors were going to be jerks and not really care if we understood the material or not. I couldn’t have been more wrong. The professors were so helpful and kind every step of the way. However, I developed quicker socially than I had anticipated I would. At the beginning of the semester I was mostly in my room and lonely, but now I know a lot of people that I can honestly call my friends.