Lost and Found Have you ever been lost? I am not talking about being lost while driving or lost in the woods, I mean lost in life. Have you ever felt so lost and alone in the world with no one to help you? Have you ever wanted to achieve something but had no idea how to do it? Have you ever wanted to break the cycle and better yourself against all odds? It was my senior year in high school when everything changed and I really lost my way. I never expected to go to college, especially because I thought I could never afford it even if I wanted to. None of my family members had ever gone and I had no idea what it was really like. College recruiters began showing up at school and classes would be excused to visit the booths of the different universities. Whenever class was dismissed for that purpose, I never went to the expo. I …show more content…
I didn’t recall a single thing I did at work that night. I went through the motions but my mind was somewhere else. Tons of questions raced through my mind. What would my family say? How could I ever afford it? How do I even get started? After finishing work and heading home, I began to look through the brochures. I had always loved learning and I was good at it. There was no doubt about my abilities when it came to collegiate academics, but everything else scared me to death.
I took that night to really think about what I wanted. I wasn’t necessarily unhappy where I was working and I wasn’t ashamed of my family never attending college. As I continued to dwell on the topic I began thinking, would I be happy working where I was working forever? Could I live the rest of my life never growing, never expanding my horizons, and never experiencing the world? I fell asleep thinking of how I would pitch this radical idea to my parents. When I woke, I gathered the brochures, worked up the nerve, and headed downstairs to tell them about what I
In Paul Toughmay’s “Who Gets to Graduate,” he follows a young first year college student, Vanessa Brewer, explaining her doubts, fears, and emotions while starting her college journey. As a student, at the University of Texas Brewer feels small and as if she doesn’t belong. Seeking advice from her family she calls her mom but after their conversation Brewer feels even more discouraged. Similar to Brewer I have had extreme emotions, doubts, and fears my freshman year in college.
For as long as I can remember I have set high goals for myself regarding my future, my friendships, and my education. Entering college with these standards I knew that I wouldn’t settle for less than my best, and I would strive to amaze myself at my success. One thing I never fit into my planned path of achievement was any type of struggle, or obstacle that could alter the way I have thought for so long. The first month of college I fell upon an obstacle I never could have imagined. I suffered a knee injury and missed continuous classes following the accident as well as surgery that was necessary to my recovery. These things tested my strength as a person, but also as a student. It made everything a little more complicated, even the little things like getting out of bed in the morning. I pushed myself to see the end of the tunnel I felt seemed impossible to crawl out of. Many things helped me along the way, and just as I hadn’t imagined my accident, I couldn’t have imagined the support I found everywhere around me. I know that I can overcome obstacles in the future now because of my determination for success and the use of helpful resources all around me.
Before that life-changing moment, I used to immerse myself in striving for academic achievement in the hope of winning favour, acceptance and belonging in my family, but also for its own rewards as I found pure pleasure and passion in writing and reading.
My heart was aching because I had just given up, I didn't even try, and that was not the person I wanted to be. My focus wasn't even close to what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I fell out of high school and landed flat on my face. Everything was so easy then, I didn't understand how everything could be so different for me after I graduated. My friends seemingly had the next five years laid out in front of them, so, why could I not figure out my life.
Freshmen year of college had finally arrived, and I was ready to experience life through the lens of an adult. Just turning eighteen, I had it all figured out, my school of choice, my major, and my career. My plan was to graduate with a major in business administration and a double minor in psychology and political science, with hopes of becoming an attorney. It never ceases to amaze me how each semester of college has taught me to expand my realm of knowledge and to become more open to new experiences. After my very first semester, I decided to double major in business administration and psychology. As time went on, my sophomore year allowed me to delve into many major courses, which probed a thirst for knowledge that needed to be quenched. At this point, I wanted to receive a more thorough understanding of both academic disciplines, but it was not until my junior year that I realized my true purpose.
Life wasn’t as assuring as it may seem today. While growing up, I made some decisions that wasn’t beneficial to my life. As years went by, still there wasn’t any progress besides working routinely at the same job for 3 years. I knew it was time for a change. When I completed my HiSET diploma, bought a car, and moved out my mother’s home, I became at ease with myself.
I can recall the first meeting last year we had in the school cafeteria, it was the first step to sign up for college classes. I was debating whether I really wanted to take the chance and work harder than I had in previous English classes. My Dad was hesitant, but my Mom was pushing me towards it. I didn’t know how committed I was going to be. Not too long after the meeting I had to confirm if I was actually going to go through with it, with not great deal of time left to think it over I signed the paper that said I was in. I didn’t know if it would be something I would regret in the end for overwhelming myself or something that would be ultimately beneficial for my future. Since I’m at the end of the semester I’ve discovered that this challenge has been valuable to me and I’ve gained more insight about
My search took about three weeks. I began my research by doing some background reading in the Encarta online encyclopedia. That site provided a definition of the term asthma, information on how the lungs function, the causes of asthma attacks, and the diagnosis and treatment of the disease. Statistics on the number of Americans with the disease were included in the article. Most of the information, including the statistics was supported by the information in the Merck Manual of Medical Information.
A bright sunny spring day, the bus lane in filled with a bunch of bright yellow buses.”Bye” I said to my friend as I walk onto the load noisy bus. Walking to my seat trying not to bump my violin into anything. I get to my seat near the back of the bus. I set down my violin first than my backpack leaving me barely any space to sit. I get up a bit from my seat to look through the window cause my violin case was in my way. After what seemed like forever I open my fairly new backpack to get my phone because of my lack of entertainment. One problem, my phone wasn’t there.
It’s September of 2009, the semi-truck is sitting outside with all of our belongings in it, like an airplane waiting to take us away. Today is gloomy and raining as usual, but I know I’m going to miss it. The sun has started going down; we all get into the vehicles we’re designated. Me, my Dad, and Jade our Boxer into the truck, Mom Jaycee and the other animals into the car, and my Aunt Tina and Grandma into their suburban. It’s bitter sweet, I am so excited to go to a new city, new state, new everything, but I’m leaving behind everyone I grew up with. My closest friends who thought I was funny, not weird. Who I consider my brother, Daniel, and my mom’s side of the family all left behind. We begin driving, the truck brakes releasing
My perfect day would start out with Abby and I playing the Wii. The game we would be playing is Michael Jackson: The Experience. Abby would probably beat me because I'm not that well of a dancer. After that, we will play some board games, preferably The Game of Life, Clue, and Trouble. Then we would put together some puzzles.
Over the course of about six months my sister’s health began to rapidly deteriorate to the point where she began to look like a walking corpse. I was only in sixth grade and never fully understood the severity of her unknown illness. I never thought that her scraggly brown hair, exposed ribs, and extensive bed rest was becoming a massive problem, I just thought she was losing weight and needed to eat more. My family finally had and answer during early March 2013.
In 2008, at the time, I was living with my family. I lived in Lakewood, Ohio with my mom,dad, and my younger siblings.We lived in a one story house with my brother, which was the youngest, and my sister, which was the second youngest.Then there's my mom, dad, and I. As I was the oldest, by about three to four years apart from my siblings, I was the only one going to school, while my siblings stayed at home still not ready for school. I thought it was unfair that I was the only one going to school, and got to miss out on things they did at home , or if they left and went somewhere without me.
For the second time in six months I found myself and my family gathered around each other with few words and many emotions. This journey began in 2011 when I came home to find out my older sister had collapsed at school earlier in the day. Me being a sixth grader I did not think much about it. As months went by it had become a frequent occurrence. Over a long period of time my sister faced numerous tests at some of the top hospitals in the region, but this phenomenon remained an enigma to all doctors. During that time, I wondered why her. She looks so normal on the outside. How could this happen. She is my best friend, she plays soccer, figure skates, and is a normal teenager. Through out this process I was determined
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,