Who are you? This is a question that I believe even the best of us struggle to answer. How does one explain something that changes not only by days or minutes but seconds? I have always been one to let people know exactly how I feel on certain matters but there are a thousand raging emotions behind this young girl’s skin. To start off I was born in CA Redding into a rundown town house but I didn't stay there long. My grandma came to remove me from this situation at nine months old when my mother had a mental break down & my dad was trying to take my brothers and me away from her. I remained with my grandma in a hotel room for a while. Though I don't remember these incidents I believe it was a message from God to let me know I was starting off a very bumpy ride. Since then I have only moved twice. Once to an apparent in Fremont and then when I was about two, to the house I live in now which belongs to my grandparents. I find it nice to able to say that I have truly grown up here but I wouldn't say that I have had a home. Since I was a young child I have had the overwhelming urge to just go, to break free. I feel as if my family’s life restricts me. Ways of my life that have formed this is my mother having a mental disorder, my grandfather being a drunk & having an immature grandmother. I have spent most of my life always feeling like I need to be home. Whether to try and stop my grandparents’ ear blistering arguments or to hold my mom when she feels her world is crashing in. This life style has led me to always want to take care of others needs before my own. To the point that I won't even call a doctor for myself but the moment someone I care about needs help I am willing to call anyone for anything. Now don't get me wrong I know ... ... middle of paper ... ...have to keep going. Out of all of these activities though I must say I have an undying love for the stage. This is probably due to my desire to create different stories through poetry. There is nothing more pleasing then having an audience adore the words you’re dying to have heard. In the end how I react to a lot of what happens in my life is most likely due to my dad. My dad moved away when I was about seven years old and though he keeps contact with me this action has definitely caused me to be a more independent individual. I live my life knowing that it is mine. I don't have time to worry about what others want me to do or be only time to do what will give me a happier life. I know that going to college will enhance my knowledge and make me prouder than ever. I can't wait to make my mark on this world for I know that no matter what I do, my voice will be heard.
What started out as a hobby transformed into a passion for an art form that allows me to use movements and expressions to tell a story. Whether I’m on stage in front of an audience of just friends and family, hundreds of strangers and a panel of judges, or the whole school, performing over thirty times, has helped me build lifelong
When I was five, my mom and dad got separated and it was a lot to adapt to. Both houses were a different environment so I had to change and learn how to act within them both. At my mom's it was just me and her so I had much more responsibility, which helped me grow up and gain that trait. At my dad’s it was me, him, and his roommate, so I was the female of the house learning independence until later on in life when my dad had two more kids which changed my environment again. From only child to having two babies is a huge change and caused me to change who I am around that house. It was no longer only about me, I had to adapt and learn sharing. He also made a move to Texas where now I need to throw girly out the window and know how to be tough and strong. My dad is sort of a grumpy guy, so honestly I picked up a lot of that hearing it and being exposed to it all the time, along with my mom’s attitude. My mom and dad are street smart but not very book smart, surprisingly though, I am very intelligent. I definitely was nichpicking when it came to school because I loved it so my mom helped me achieve my goals and pushes me to succeed. I did much of my own nurture and gained who I am from who I wanted to be. Most of it is wanting to be opposite of what I was genetically predisposed to be. Both nature and nurture play into who I am, but when it comes down to a science, there
I had no place to call home. My mom had not come to visit me one time, and I had only received a hand full of letters from her. She told me in those letters that she was sick, and I couldn’t live with her (She died of cancer a little over a year after my release). My twenty-three-year-old brother was a drug addict, so I didn’t want to live with him. With no place to live, I would end up in a state halfway house or some other type of group home. For someone who was about to turn sixteen, this was a lot to deal with. The last two hours of my bus ride, which were supposed to be the happiest part of the trip, turned into the worst. The tension in my heart was almost unbearable now. It felt like someone had reached into my chest and was clinching my heart in an angry fist. My eyes teared up from the
In time came her monster of mental illness into my own mind. Not only was I her spitting image; I also inherited her innate fear of everyone and everything. My...
My mother and father has great jobs that always put food on the table, clothes on our backs, and great trips and other things that allows us to always keep a smile on our faces. However, with me being the oldest out of the bunch, I was basically the experiment. That child to go through everything, and I believe that I've paved the way for my younger siblings. Sometimes it was a privilege and other times I went through hell. From the first boyfriend, to having an early curfew, my first car, the list goes on and on. However it mode me into becoming a great older daughter and great big
My dad always told me “if you don’t have education in life you won’t be very successful”. It’s a true point he made when he told me that. My family helped me mature as a person as I kept getting older by learning things about life and what to avoid in life. My family has always been there for me when I need them for example: I r...
When it came to raising me along with my brothers and sisters my mom helped also with the decision making. In 6th grade, my parents sat me down to discuss the decisions made and explain to me how important it was for me to think through the decisions to become independent. My parents knew that they could not be with me 24 hours a day so they know how important making the right decisions would be. Therefore, this explained that stress independence/autonomy was present in my life. I think my parents thought entering middle school where most kids make life changing decisions i would be independent enough to make the correct decisions without falling into peer pressure. Also, I remember my parents sitting down and talking with my brothers and sister just before middle school. Now that i am older, my parents still have not change we still have discussions together about what we are doing in our lives and we ask each other for advice and value each others opinions. I think when i get married and have a family there will be independence/autonomy in my own family because of the way i was raised. Furthermore, when i look back on my life, I thought 6th grade was the perfect time just before middle school to sit down with my parents and i will sit down with my children at that grade/age. Finally, my parents encourage autonomy, they allowed and encouraged me to think, set goals
My father has given me the moral code I live by and I'm grateful to him for that, without it I'd just be a street urchin with no ethical sense of right or wrong. I'm glad that he gave this to me. Ethics are important to keep society together and so my father helped me integrate into society successfully as a newcomer to the adult world. I have the tools to make my own decisions and hopefully they will be wise.
When I was younger, living in the south side of Chicago my mom and dad looked after me, my sisters, and my brother. My dad would occasionally drink too much whenever he had money. Sometimes he would get violent reminiscing on his past or the current past-present. One day my mom packed some of our clothes in our book bags. Then she rushed us out into the night. We wondered the streets as children and eventually made our way in to a shelter. We stayed several days and nights. We would visit my mom’s side of the family from time to time just to catch our breaths. Later during our wondering, travels my mom bumps in to an old friend. She fills him in on our situation and he lets us stay with him for a while. The two of them become very acquainted with each other. There is a problem. The building that her friend lives in does not allow children, or so we were told. To make matters worse he sees me and my siblings as a hindrance. We leave the apartment to look for a new place to rest or heads but this time the friend comes along.
Many folks go their whole lives without having to move. For them it is easy; they know the same people, have loads of friends, and never have to move away from their families. As with me, I was in a different situation. I grew up my entire life, all eighteen years of it, in a small town called Yorktown, Virginia. In my attempt to reach out for a better life style, my girlfriend and I decided we were going to move to Shreveport, Louisiana. Through this course of action, I realized that not two places in this country are exactly alike. I struggled with things at first, but I found some comforts of home here as well.
I’ve been performing since I was five years old. In the beginning, it was dance recitals. The initial rush I felt being on stage, presenting something I’d worked so hard on in front of a crowd of people…it was exhilarating. It was like a drug. It was something I knew I had to continue to do for the rest of my life.
All throughout my young life I was told that you have to go to school, you have to do this and that, it was never what I wanted to do. Being the oldest child, grandchild, and niece everyone expected more from me. They expected me to do better than them. My mom expected me to be better than she ever was. My grandmother like most grandparents thought I was good as gold and didn’t do any wrong. My boyfriend expected great things from me. My aunts always said go to college.
I could have been a super senior or a drop out altogether. I could have been a father struggling with finances. I could have been a drug addict and not be writing this three page essay that ruins weekends, and for that I am thankful that my dad didn’t let things slide that weren’t right. I am kind of happy he threatened me with military school when I was in middle school, I was a handful, I would get kicked out of class constantly but I stayed in school, years later I would be walking down my high school football stadium class of 2016 for my graduation, both my parents stressed it that it was the utmost importance to graduate, both my mother and father pushed me to get good enough grades to graduate. My dad would try to teach me math, I hated math so much it was my least favorite subject, I was more of a history type of guy. He would try his best to help me in school, but i just needed the motivation to get me started, I personally didn’t think i would graduate high school, he gave me the courage to do so, it was a requirement to him, I see some kids drop out or go to adult school to get a G.E.D but having a high school degree was better, I still got to enjoy my years as a teen, having fun with friends, hanging out, I just had to follow certain guidelines to not get me into trouble. In highschool I was never a bad kid though, it was in middle school I was a little shit who thought i runned things but no, my dad was the big boss. The most i probably got in trouble was when I came home really late around 12:00 AM with my girlfriend, but he wasn’t mad at the fact I was out with her very late, it was the fact that I didn’t let him know where I was, he started to loosen his grip about me going out slowly over my four years in highschool, I just needed to tell him I was getting home late, and there shouldn’t be a problem what so ever. Even when I go party my dad wants me to be safe, I tell him who I go with and
My parents raised me to be independent, which I can say that I am. I learned that I cannot always rely on other people and that I need to do things for myself, I control my own destiny. If I needed or wanted something done, then I would have to do it myself. I got a job in order to take my financial independence from my parents, one step further. At the same time, I was learning responsibility.
When growing up in this day, with many of our fellow men and women trying to get a taste of the good life. They will try to obtain happiness in very different ways with how they treat each other. The choices I have made have given me great opportunities to create a better and more fulfilling life for me. The reason I believe that choices affect our lives so greatly is because most of us our given a fair chance in todays world. An example from my life is being able to get over family problems with my dad. I made a life choice not to have contact with him because of the man I saw when I was a child. The troubles in my family will help me be a strong and more independent person throughout my life. Having independence will help me continue to grow into a hopefully more successful adult. Making the choice in not having contact with my father was a difficult decision. It was hard to keep a relationship with my real brother because he still keeps in touch with my dad. My older brother may look down on my choice, but I believe that I made a better choice. In the future I may have regretted in not speaking to my father, but for right now I think it is better to cut all communication with him. Being able to make a hard choices in cutting communicati...