Autobiography: A story of me and everything that I can be
Its 3:56 in the morning. A couple of hours and the sun will be illuminating parts of the world signaling a new day. While majority of the people is still sleeping soundly in their homes, some people is already awake and preparing for their day. Some people haven’t slept yet like a couple expecting the arrival of their child. September 9, 2000; the day I was born. I am Ma. Xela Bernardino Cagadas and for the 17 years of my life I have live, breathe and sleep in Mandaluyong City. I went to Eulogio Rodriguez Integrated School located in the same City for primary and secondary school which consists of people I know since I was about seven. That’s why I was thrilled to be able to study in PUP and the whole experience was eye-opening and ultimately the reason for what I am today.
My father Alex Cagadas is the inspiration for my name and my mother Agustina Cagadas didn’t like it and added Maria so it wouldn’t look and sound as ugly. Like any other parents is, my mother and father was astounded by my arrival. They are good parents for having the patience of taking care of me and dealing with my stubbornness. For the first few years of my life I was living in the house of my mother’s family. Some of her siblings also lived there with their family and so I have older cousins to play with. Years later and we moved into my father’s home and I have been staying here ever since. All of my father’s siblings lives here with their
However, before we get in to the present, I want to shed some light on those 10 years. It all started when I born in Kisvarda, Hungary on May 28, 1924 to two loving but devout Jewish parents and one of eight
On May 20,1996 I was born Damione Freeman growing up in a small city named Pell City. Growing up wasn't easy for me father was never around just leaving me with my mother. As a child I was always happy, caring, and well mannered. When I turned five I started living with my grandmother, Dianne Freeman and my uncle, Akeem Freeman. At the age of five I was torn away from my mother because of her husband and his issues.
I was born on a Navy base in San Diego a little before two in the mourning. I am the youngest with two older sisters Shauna and Cassie. We basically lived two-thirds of our childhood on military bases stationed throughout the United States of America. My father being in the Navy meant we moved a lot I have lived in New Orleans, Pensacola, and San Diego and finally we settled in Tomball, Texas which is thirty minutes away from Houston. I went to a lot of different schools during my childhood an sometimes we would move before the year is up which made it difficult for me in school.
I lived down the street from my aunt and cousins, so
My parents immigrated from Mexico to the United States. In the year of 1996, my mother, Olga Arroyo, conceived me, her only child. For the most part of my childhood, we were a wonderful family. However, once I entered sixth grade, I noticed my parents constantly arguing. This never ended until my father, Daniel Arroyo, became violent.
Alondra it's my name, I am seventeen years and two months old and I come from a Hispanic/ Latino background . On October tweenty on the hospital of San Juan Morelia Michoacan Mexico at seven thirty at night after twelve long hours of labor I was born. I was given the name Alondra because of a telenovela my big sister loved to watch. When I was a year old I had to go to Mexico City and live with my grandma from my mother's side, since my big sister got hepatitis and my mom had to take care of her.
I was born on January 21st, 2002 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania at Allegany General Hospital. The next morning my parents brought their youngest daughter home where she would live at for only six months. After six months of living in Pennsylvania, my parents decided that the weather wasn’t ideal for them, so we set out to Palm City, Florida where we have been living for twelve years. I obviously have no memories of my life in Pennsylvania, but I have many of my life in Florida. Wow!
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
My mother’s name is Norma Yvette Aguilar and her childhood name was cookie or “la cookie” because she was dark, like a cookie. My mother was born in Guadalajara Mexico in 1976 and lived in Tapalpa, a neighboring town. She lived in a small house with two bedrooms with her mom, dad, and brother. She came to the Unites states with my grandmother Maria, grandfather
My name given by my dad, Angel Garnica. I started school as one of the oldest kids in my class seven years old as a kindergartener at Riverside elementary school; Despite, being the
She grew up in small ranch in Topia, Durango. My dad was born in Tepic, the capital of Nayarit, a city as big as Sacramento. He grew up there until he moved to Los Angeles, California when he was a teenager. And for the first time I was going to go to Mexico- my family, the culture, the people, I was seven years old when my family decided to take our first family vacation-to a new country, Mexico.
I was born in Bronson Hospital July 20th 2003 Kalamazoo Michigan. This is an essay about my life and a dozen hobbies of mine. I am so happy to be with my family and all of the hobbies that I have. I am now 12 years old and love to play sports. I love to do a lot of things with my awesome family and hang out wit them whenever I can.
Career Autobiography There are many things that I feel have led me to year number two of graduate school pursuing a career as a school counselor. For I while I tried to convince myself that a career in school counseling was not for me and ultimately everything led me here. My mother has been a school counselor for the last 25 years and I grew up watching her do something she loved. I went to school everyday and watched my mother make a positive impact on many of my classmates and this left a very lasting impression on me.
My life is busy, but enjoyable, is yours? Throughout this autobiography, you will read things that make my life enjoyable and busy. There are three personality traits that make me as person including efficient, independent, and talkative. I 'm really busy everyday of the week. I have a lot of things do when I get home.