Coming from a childhood full of hardship I never expected to be in the position I am today. I do not want to make this a sob story about how difficult my life has been; however, I feel as though some context is necessary. My transition from elementary to high school was shaky to say the least, as I was not the brightest of teenagers. To be completely honest, I believe I was one of the most awkward and lazy Grade 9 students at Brebeuf. I didn’t talk to many people, I was addicted to video games, and my work ethic was pretty much non-existent. In addition to this, a few months before I graduated from elementary school my brother, mother, and I moved away from my father. Despite all the hardships I endured both prior to and during high school, …show more content…
In Grade 9 I was quite uninvolved with the Brebeuf community. I did then and still do idolize my brother, so naturally I participated in anything he did. Unfortunately for me, he was not all that involved, so I ended up only joining the rugby team and attending the annual CSUNA (Catholic School United Nations) event. In Grade 10, I continued to idolize my brother; however, I also began to realize that I could form my own path through high school. It was at this time when I first realized that I wanted to make a change. I would no longer participate in only two activities; instead, I would branch out in an attempt to reach the entire school community. Between Grade 10 and 11 I finally began to put the pieces of my life together. Both my academic and social lives began to flourish, as my average increased by 14% and I became what author Malcolm Gladwell refers to as a “connector”; someone who brings together members of different social groups. In the beginning of Grade 11, a friend of mine told me that I would make a good Student Council President, so I set to work to prove him right. I worked tirelessly to reach out to the most vulnerable students at
Halfway through my sophomore year, my mom ran into some financial troubles. We had no choice, but to move away from my high school, and move in with my grandparents. After we moved, she didn’t have a job for over a year. I really didn’t want to switch schools. I was comfortable at my school and with my friends. My mother was willing to let me continue going there, even after we moved. I drove 30 minutes, everyday so I could go to school. It wasn’t easy, but it’s been worth it. I had to get up even earlier, I
As a young adult in high school I was given a lot of responsibility along with peer pressure to exceed my family’s principles. The first day of high school as a freshman, was overwhelming, stressful, and full of anxiety. I felt as if I had no one to count on including my family and friends. Felt alone most of the time and didn’t unspoke about problems that began to bother me emotionally, physically, and mentally. My problems arose freshman through sophomore year. I reached a point where I could no longer keep this a secret.
I started high school with a broken heart. My father died when I was 13, not long before I started high school. I worked hard in school not only for him, but because working hard is who I am. He taught me that if you want something you have to go out and get it yourself and what I wanted to do was go to college. I have put myself through a lot in just this past year alone, applying for scholarships nonstop and earning my license so I can finally get a job. I want to be a successful, responsible person so I can make my father, wherever he is, proud of how far I was able to come after he was gone. Yes I’ve gone through a tragedy, but I’ve let it motivate me in a positive way, pushing me to be the best I can be.
Hi, I am Gage Lopez. I am seventeen years old and a freshman here at Lansing Community College. I was born in a small town in the thumb of Michigan called Sebewaing. All of my family was from this town and including an even smaller town next to Sebewaing called Unionville, which is where I lived prior to college. Growing up I was always with my mother as my main care taker after my dad left, alongside my mom was my grandpa who we lived with for the time being. Only being 17 as a freshman in college is very young for most people. I graduated in a class of 65 kids, and me being the youngest. High school was very challenging for me. Having major anxiety and reading disability it was very hard for me to concentrate on school and sports
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
During these years my life was an old television with only three channels: home, school and church; each one being similar to the other with little distinction. Even though my life seemed tedious at times, I learned how to focus, pray and never to give up. In hindsight, I believe my parents raise me in this manner out of fear. I did not grow up in the best of neighborhoods, and my older brother was incarcerated while I was growing up, so I can understand their apprehension. Nevertheless, I had a strong moral foundation to enter the unknown know as college.
I spent countless hours bickering with my loving mother about bills and school work and boiling dozens of boxes of Kraft’s macaroni and cheese for my siblings. I told myself: “My family needs me”. The reality was that I was afraid of becoming an adult and leaving my family. I could not imagine myself walking into college, preparing myself to take exams and make new friends. For years, this fear had impeding me to be my best self and seek the opportunities that are at my fingertips.
Unfortunately, not all memorable events are pleasant. Although most people immediately think of a positive experience when asked, "What is your most memorable event?" The typical responses are happy thoughts, however; that is not the case at hand. By definition, bittersweet means both pleasant and painful; two emotions: sadness and happiness, endured at the same time. Hell with a silver lining describes it just as well, I believe.
During afternoon recess in the second grade, I received my first major injury. The teacher on recess duty blew the whistle and signaled for the students to line up. Unfortunately for me, the merry-go-round I sat on spun indefatigably. I glanced over at the lines to see my classmates escorted inside. Nevertheless, I took a risk and lept off the merry-go-round (terrible mistake).
Emerson is correct that if one wants to grow ones will have to get out of that comfort zone. If one already mastered something and not trying new things that person will never grow as a person. Exploring to new projects, to new places , and to new people will help ones grow. Just doing the same thing repeating will get exhausting and not exciting .
As a child, when I got upset my response used to cry and refuse to talk. Now a day as adult, I don't cry that often, but I have the patter of maintain salient, so I grow up keeping that behavior with me. The first time I suffered anxiety of separation was when I started school; I do remember those first day clearly. I cried very loud, I got frustrate, and I didn't want to come back to school. This first week was terrible for me, for my mother, and also for my teacher. Fortunately, my teacher was very professional and keep calm. My mother tried to talk to me, and explain that she had to leave, but she come back for me at noon. When I was a child I was not very good at making friend; even though I was a friendly girl, I had to deal with that
As a first generation American, my parents worked extensive hours to support my family and consequently, they were rarely home with us. Through my experience at home, my leadership experience acquired over the years has taught me several important skills that an older brother must have. There were numerous occasions where my grandparents would care for us with our parents’ absence. However, a guilty conscience from within made me realize that there was so much more that I could do to alleviate their hard work. Thus, I began to take my siblings home after school and completed most of the chores at home; undertaking additional responsibilities allowed my grandparents to be at leisure and strengthened my ability to become a reliant older brother.
In assignment 2, in the first draft not only I had unclear organization, but I also had a very weak images. For example, in the first draft of my prose, I had an image like “the train smoke streams off like a breath, engine sound chug-chug-chug of the wheels, and where the atrocious stream of the signal, vocation me into darkness.” This image was very weak compare to the other images because it was unclear what I mean by “vocation into the darkness” and also it did not fit well in the essay. In draft two, to make the stronger image I try changing it to “the train smoke streams off like a breath, engine sound chug-chug-chug of the wheels, where the terrible scream of the signal propels her into darkness.” The main reason this image is better
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
When I was in high school I had a problem, which was being shy. Being shy made me seem as if I was anti-social, and caused me to have no friends, but my shyness was decreasing each year of high school because I talked more, and by the time I reached 12th grade I had many friends, who are very close to me till this day. While being in high school, I was always focused on my studies. People believed that I was a genius in high school, but I really wasn’t, I was just focus on the lessons, and understood what the teacher taught us. As I reached eleventh grade, I was chosen to be a part of the National Honor Society; I thought that I was never going to be part of the National Honors Society. I was at the hospital when my friends told me the good news—that I was selected to be part of the National Honors Society. As I reached 12th grade I learned that working while going to school is a bad idea if you can’t multitask right. When I was working I didn’t realized that I wasn’t multitasking right; I wasn’t putting enough effort into my studies, and having a job was distracting me, so I decide to quit my job, and continue my education by going to college. Growing up was scary, but I’m ready what the future is holding for