Autobiography: My Blissful Growth
When I look back and think of that day I can’t help but wonder what went wrong. Did I
get distracted or was it just a pre-planned visit from those two women? Imagine the time when
holidays start with a trip.
I am the first born of my family with two brothers constantly nagging at my back, and
although I try to reason with myself saying that “ boys are boys”; flying toys around the room,
and endless quarrels about the remote controller never cease. I always wished to have a younger
sister, a little baby-girl; to comb her hair and dress up together. My brothers and I grow closer
together everyday, and I learnt to accept that I would never comb their long hair. I would never
play with them on princess
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Sponge, a short obese man to
my tiny fingers, and small enough to the dishes; I had to cook lunch. Cooking was the best
experience where once the slow-learner me burned a dish of rice twice and had to restart the
cooker for the new hopefully well-cooked rice. That slow-learner turned into a fast and efficient
server in my 8 th grade. My aunt invited me to help her with many customers in her restaurant, and
besides of fright and happiness that invaded my soul; I worked a part-time job through summer.
She helped me on my first day, and I discovered my strong areas in house management where I
was fast at arranging house utensils and designing the best patterns in which to store and access
them. The school breaks would end with certificates of recognitions and love from my parents
for being a great daughter and a great student-worker.
At the start of my 12 th grade high school break, I faced such a hilarious screenplay when
my mother had to absent herself for three weeks. I was well acquainted with house managing,
but running a business was out of my grasp. The explications of commodities started and in not
one week I was almost as a good trader. I was good at interacting with new faces and
In the summer of 1998 my family fled the newly created independent country of Croatia (Former-Yugoslavia) to the United States. My parents came here in hopes of finding a better life as the economy was still recovering from Croatia’s war of independence. We first settled in Amarillo, Texas for a few months. We traveled around the states for a year or so looking for other refugees. After some searching my parents decided to move to Connecticut as it offered the best incentives for refugees. Listening to stories about this time of my life has given me a chance to appreciate the help we received from various government programs that settled us, clothed us, fed us, and helped us become independent American citizens. Now I want to give back and the best way I know to do this is by teaching the future generations of Americans.
Growing up for me some would say it was rather difficult and in some ways I would agree. There have been a lot of rough times that I have been through. This has and will affect my life for the rest of my life. The leading up to adoption, adoption and after adoption are the reasons my life were difficult.
very passionate about food. Growing up as a child, he was very active and loud.
There is a quote, of contested origins, having no rightful owner. That quote is recited as follows: "Everybody is a genius. But, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” While we stand in hindsight, we often look back upon where we came and what experiences brought us to the point we are now. I think of this quote often as I reflect upon my intellectual growth. I wonder how my life might have been different had I not been told I was stupid. I sat depressed thinking of the intellectual challenges that will face Shane and how those same challenges adversely affected my will to learn. In that moment, I faced a monumental question: If we are comparable thinkers, are we compare
several careers. The turning point came my junior year at KSU when I took a seat next to a stranger, who
The summer started off like any other 8th grader’s summer. I was 13 years old and had just graduated from middle school. Graduating meant that I would be
It has been said, “The hardest part about growing up, is letting go of what you were used to; and moving on with something you’re not” (insert citation). Everyone grows up in different places, but it is the ability to move on that allows each person to grow. I have spent my fair share of time in different places, especially with being a ‘military brat.’ Places change people, not because they are a specific geographical coordinate, but because the people one comes across in the different places affects her. My life became what it is because I fell in love with new people and made memories in Oregon, Texas, Nevada, and New York.
oven. I get up to go to the kitchen, and her pug, Mack, jumps up and tries to
parents had three children. My brother, then a year later my sister, and two years later me. As I was
Up until March 5th of 2009, I had been an only child. Many big changes occurred in my life the year prior to the birth of my new brother. My mom became remarried, we moved to a bigger house down the same street, and there was talk of a new baby in the future. The remarriage was a small celebration held at a quaint location on a chilly fall night, a night you would rather be snuggled up on the couch with warm, fuzzy blankets drinking from a mug of hot cocoa. The move was a breeze, as I can just about see the old house through the tall maple trees from the new. I carried whatever I could back and forth, running quickly back down the street to grab more. The excitement of a new house chasing me to and from. Lastly, the talk of a sibling. I wasn’t sure what to think. The thought of a sister excited me, but a brother not so much. I wanted to share my dolls and dress up, not have to play with mud and trucks. Despite my wants, I had a feeling it was going to be a boy. The day of the ultrasound, I made a bet with my step-dad the baby would be a boy. After, I was a dollar richer and a sister of a brother to be. Having to wait a few more months to meet the little guy would be torture, as the anticipation was killing me slowly. I may not have been ready for the changes made and the ones to come, but I took them like a champ.
Two-thirds of children who participate in extracurricular activities are expected to attain at least a bachelor’s degree, whereas only half of children that do not participate do (National Center for Education Statistics, 1995). Childhood is a very important time in our lives, a time when we develop many vital skills that follow us into adulthood. Some people laugh or scoff at us parents that keep our children to busy schedules. Those same people would also argue that our children should be allowed to have a childhood, to not be so tightly scheduled in their daily lives. Before jumping on that bandwagon, I would suggest doing a little research. Participating in after-school activities has shown to benefit children in many ways. Children should
San Jose Mercury News, Food Section; Caroline Grannan, September 18, 1996, pages 1 and 4F, "Can't Cook? You Can Learn."
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.
My aspiration toward a better education starts all the way back to when I started school in Russia. Out of the short educational experience that I had in Russia, I remember that almost everybody wanted to be the straight-A student (or straight-"5" by Russian grading). That, combined with the constant pressure from my family helped me get excited about school and made me want to learn. My education in Russia was cut short, however, when we moved to the United States.