Personal Autobiography As a little boy, growing up in Jamaica, family was important. I grew up with my mom who was a teacher, my dad who was a correctional officer, and older sister which is seven years older than me. Most of my weekends was spent at my grandparents’ house with my big sister. Then on Sundays I would go to church with my grandma and sister while my grandpa stayed home. If I can remember correctly, around age eight, my mom, sister and I would have our summer vacation in America. Life was going well, until my family dynamic changed. My grandma migrated to America because of the opportunities available there. Later on in life my mom and dad separated because of domestic violent issues. In the midst of the separation my little …show more content…
The only think I could think of was to join the army. My GPA was not the best and I did not think any college would accept me. I even made the first action to my thought by going to a recruitment office in Mount Vern at to take the practice test, which I failed. My older sister suggested that I should come to her school which is convenient for me great, because it’s not too far from home and I just got my first job, working at Kmart. Applying for Concordia was no easy task. I started the application process in the middle of August. If I can remember correctly, I got it done and submitted by Thursdays, the 20 of August, got the accepted letter the Friday, then school started the Monday. Getting into Concordia was a blessing for …show more content…
At the end of sophomore year of high school, when I was in summer school, it hit me real hard. I was not going to graduate with the grades I have. Due to the fact that, you have to five regents to graduate New York City high school, and I had zero going into my junior year of high school. Also with the life style I was living I was not heading in the right direction either. It was until then I made an act of repentance and give my life over to Christ. At that moment of my life my value system changed. My value system came from the bible and was inspired by the life of Jesus. In addition with the change mind set I had my action started to improve. In January of 2014 I took three of the regents I needed to graduate and passed all three and got the second highest score in the school, on the living environment regents. By June I took the other two regents and passed. Going to my senior year of high school I had passed all my regents made the honor roll and was doing well in high school, until I became
For a long time I have been interested in the subject of psychology. The ways people behave and why they do certain things has always fascinated me and makes me question myself a lot. To answer these questions, I started to read many books that related to psychology to gain as much knowledge as I can. I now have a better overview of psychology so I would like to continue to further my knowledge at a higher level in Berea College.
At one point I came to the conclusion that I’m either going to fail, go to summer school, or go to a school that I didn't want to attend. I felt so disappointed in myself because I knew that I could've done better. So then one day I told myself, “I can do this”. I then started to study more than I usually did, I turned in all of my missing work and my present work, and I also took an after school tutoring class
Oh, how I love to clean! I would have never imagined me cleaning my bedroom for the very last time. I remember vividly the last look I gave that empty bedroom of mine. There were sudden flashbacks of the memories I had made in that house, rather it was helping my mother cook or raising my kitten, my entire childhood was spent in between those walls. Several tears were cried in this house, like the time I about lost my grandfather due to a heart attack, or the several laughs I had with my friends at each one of my birthday parties that were hosted here. I kept looking around my house and couldn’t help but notice the door in the kitchen that
There are several experiences I’ve been through during my life, but witnessing my 13-year-old cousin suffer from a gunshot wound is one that is unbearable. Some people may say everything happens for a reason but, after four years of this nightmare, I’m still clueless on why my little cousin is no longer here with me. Every since the day he passed, my life hasn’t been the same. I was told at one point that I was wilding out, but that wouldn’t bring my cousin back. My feelings are conflicted because, it’s pretty obvious that being calm won’t bring him back either.
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.
I was born in a little town in Ethiopia. When I was about five, I started school. I was tiny, so all people used to like me especially our neighborhood. We had a neighborhood next to our house that we only socialized with the only girl; her name was Sara, and she was 13 years old. She was smarter than the other kids so my mom would send me to school with her. One day, we were walking inside the school together, and I saw a big hole and there was a mud in it. I did not tell her that I see it immediately; however, I was thinking about it for a week. I can even recall how big it was. After a week, I was so excited to ask my friend Sara about the hole. When I met her, I asked what the hole was for, and I told her my presumption of if it is
The panic. The anxiety. The feeling that my heart had skipped a couple beats and I didn’t know what to do. I don’t remember the last time I felt so nervous or anxious about anything, but this experience surely would have won “Most Embarrassing” by a landslide. This is how I felt almost every single time I did something that could be considered even slightly awkward or embarrassing.
It all started when Ms. McCrystal began a lesson on how evolutionary changes impacted the lives of other organisms. Allie knew something interesting was going to happen, because Ms. McCrystal was the most engaging teacher on team 8-1. The very next day Ms. McCrystal had all of her Students do an assignment on the five fingers of evolution. Then she announced that the class was going on a class trip to the science museum.
“Tout de suite Entrez!” She says, looking at the alley entrance, watching the dead soldiers, and then pointing at him to go in.
Christ and asked him for redemption and forgiveness. From that moment forward, I became a new
As I walked along the sidewalk, I noticed the cracks in the pavement which spoke of tales known to only hard labor workers. It was then when I realized my life as a teenage adolescent boy was about to change. The cold breeze echoed sounds of silence, which sent shivers down my spine once it touched my skin. The midnight sky was full of stars as though drops of rain on a window pane, captivating and clear. Not like the ones on the reservation, but the view was adequately similar because on the reservation there are no lights and tall building blocking the view. The smell of fresh trees masked the grotesque smell of carbon dioxide polluting the air, but hey we need some type of means of transportation. Suddenly I was swimming in a sea of silence.
As I walk in the cafeteria, wonder what I am going to eat. I pack my own lunch but I really do not feel like eating the peanut butter jelly. I have to make a decision fast because I have C3 lunch and the food goes by really fast. As soon as I get into the serving lines, I see that today's they have my favorite food, which is nachos. As I go through the lines, tall people are stepping over me and the loud ones do not notice me. I notice that my favorite lunch lady with the grey pixie cut and irish accent is not here today but as usual I get into the same line and wait for my turn to receive food. The replacement lunch lady gives me a few chips and a really tiny amount of cheese and a lot of the ground beef. I love nachos but now I am disappointed, the servings should be
It was my birthday when I found out that we were moving for sure. My world felt like it was just crashing down. Things my parents said echo throughout my head. “Washington was never any good for anyone,” and “Iowa is a dead state anyway, there’s nothing here for you.” I was sitting back, hoping no one would notice the tears that were flooding my eyes.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
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.