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Imagine you are walking down a path with ostensibly no end. For years, you have traveled along this road and have come across your fair share of obstacles. These obstacles have made you grow tired and weary, but with no other paths to take, you continue your journey to see where it would lead. Fortunately, one day the heavens decide to smile on you and create a way off of the wearisome road. Up ahead, you surprisingly spot a fork in the road. After inspecting the paths, you realize one path appears to be similar to the one you have ventured on for so long while the other appears to be vastly different. The unfamiliar path looks promising, yet you are unsure what would happen if you ventured off the path you have been on. What would you miss out on if you left the path you were familiar with? What would you miss out on if you …show more content…
One of the biggest was deciding what college I would attend for the ensuing four years of my life. Knowing that it was fiscally illogical for me to go away for college, I decided to stay in New York City, although every bone in my body wanted to go far, far away. As my friends discussed their out of state colleges and all the preparations they had I found myself comparing myself to them. I would have loved to be in their position, being able to dorm and have a real college experience. Be that as it may, I know now that my choice was the right one. Nonetheless, while we were fawning over our college acceptances my English teacher had assigned us a book to read during the last month of class, which I neglected to do as I sulked due to my perceived misfortune. However, I did not suspect that this would be the book that would transform my life drastically. In fact, I didn't pick it up again until the final stretch of my first semester in college, which I dreaded tremendously. Though, looking back, had I read this book earlier I would have probably had a better experience that
	"It mattered that education was changing me. It never ceased to matter. My brother and sisters would giggle at our mother’s mispronounced words. They’d correct her gently. My mother laughed girlishly one night, trying not to pronounce sheep as ship. From a distance I listened sullenly. From that distance, pretending not to notice on another occasion, I saw my father looking at the title pages of my library books. That was the scene on my mind when I walked home with a fourth-grade companion and heard him say that his parents read to him every night. (A strange sounding book-Winnie the Pooh.) Immediately, I wanted to know, what is it like?" My companion, however, thought I wanted to know about the plot of the book. Another day, my mother surprised me by asking for a "nice" book to read. "Something not too hard you think I might like." Carefully I chose one, Willa Cather’s My ‘Antonia. But when, several weeks later, I happened to see it next to her bed unread except for the first few pages, I was furious and suddenly wanted to cry. I grabbed up the book and took it back to my room and placed it in its place, alphabetically on my shelf." (p.626-627)
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...e preceding reasons, all college students should read the book. The book will captivate the educated mind, and most importantly, will cause that mind to think and to question why things happen as they do.
Richard Wright, in his essay “Discovering Books,” explains how reading books changed his outlook on life and eventually his life itself. The first book that widened his horizons was an overtly controversial book by H. L. Mencken. I have a story not so dissimilar from his.
Overall, journeys can be inevitable though they can have negative outcomes. Journeys can also have major significance on an individual’s life, perspectives and psychology.
The book makes me understand the importance of reading and know how weak I’m in reading comprehension. Not only is my reading speed slow, but also my thoughts after reading are immature. I haven’t fix some time to read English books before so my background knowledge and vocabulary are far from abundant.
In my case, I definitely would have though about the dreading (in my opinion) Theory of Knowledge class in high school. After coming to college, I though that I could finally, or maybe just temporarily, tuck away the depressing idea of comparing my whole life to a cave under the piles of TOK books back home till I took another philosophy class in college.
The road goes ever on and on. Down from the door from where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow it if I can. Pursuing it on weary feet until I joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet and whether then I cannot say.
... cross my mind but I find myself thinking differently since enrolling in this class. I enjoyed this book because it allowed me to relate to the main character, reflect on my life, and try to change myself in the process of reading it. I was able to see the parts of my life that had not been even fathomed before. When reading the book I found it difficult to read and somewhat boring but once I thought about the concepts and people involved in our class it gave me a better understanding of the book. One piece of advice would be to have the five people/ five concepts before reading these books because I feel I missed some key points looking back on the book. I feel that knowing these people/concepts before reading the book would have helped me understand the book better. This book was and interesting one and allows for every reader to have their own interpretation of it.
decisions I have made, because I would never be the person I am today or have
“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost is one of my favorite poems for many reasons, but recently it has started to gain new meaning as I face graduation. I have started to wonder how different my life would be if I had only chosen to travel down one road instead of sprinting down both roads at the same time. When I declared my biology major, my dad expressed concern that I was choosing one possible life and career over another possibility. He said he knew how happy writing made me and he wondered if I was doing the right thing in not pursuing that. He spoke the words I had not yet spoken out loud for myself. “You shouldn’t enter college worried about what you will do when you exit,” said David Rubenstein, co-founder of the Carlyle Group, at a World Economic Forum panel discussion last week on the state of the humanities. Rubenstein’s words are true now and they were true then: I should not have worried about choosing so soon. After I arrived at Columbia College, I began taking English courses because I could not take biology courses without at least trying to explore my passion for literature and creative writing. Thanks to time at Columbia College, I started to see the value the required courses of the WPDM major more because of what they taught me about myself than what they taught me about the subject matter. Combined with my classes, my internship experiences have confirmed that I am indeed heading in the right direction. I could not become a successful writer and biologist without the valuable set of skills that I have gained through my time at Columbia College. I believe I made the right choice by choosing both roads.
Instead, certain paths lead to various
The journey of life is not about reaching a destination but, more about everything in between. This statement is very evident in the book One Amazing Thing by Chitra Divakaruni. Nine strangers are trapped in a visa office after an earthquake strikes but author never reveals the true ending of the story because the point of the book was focused on the journeys along the way, not about the ending. Instead, Chitra goes very in depth about a major part of each character’s life that reveals the experiences that formed them into the individuals they became. All of the people are headed to India for separate reasons but their stories all end up connecting in some way.
In the end every circle continues on and comes back to its beginning, and fate takes a similar path that is also bumpy and