This essay seeks to provide an interpretation,
This is because I have what I need I just don't always have what I want. Also my parents think that education is very important, but they don't agree with tests like Istep and NWEA because they think they are unnecessary and dumb, but they want me to have good grades so I can get into a good college. Another thing about my parents is that if an adult asked then what the think of me. They would probable say that am very quite (because I don't go out of my room) and that I am a really good kid but they are the kind of parents that would try to make me look good infront of
My brother, Judah and I were very strong, people would compare us to Hercules. I came from a wealthy family, my father was a banker so he always away. I used to take care of Judah and my cousin, Sarah. My brother was a genius, he was a regular Einstein. Sarah was 4 years old when her mother and father died in a horrible car crash.
I had a fairly typical childhood. Single income household, stay-at-home mom, a younger brother, a dog, and a medium sized house in a nice part of town. That was all good and fine. Until I got to high school. Then it was fine, but less fine, significantly less fine.
I live with my dad majority of the time and my mom sometimes, but not as much as I wish I did. I love both my parents but I still harbor resentment towards both of them. A lot of times I reminisce about how much happier my life used to be and how much I wish things didn’t change. It is a really foolish and naïve thought. I am a weird kid, like just weird.
Personal Statement- Stephanie Olivera Growing up I was always the odd one in our family. When my parents started having children, they did not plan us very well. I am 5 years younger than my older brother, 4 years younger than my sister and 8 years older than my younger brother. I was the child that did not have anyone to "play" with, and I grew accustomed to being alone.
As a person goes through life he or she may wonder “Who am I?” and “What is my purpose?” The objective of this paper is to allow me to reflect and critically analyze who I am as a person. In this paper, I will discuss my social location and identity, my life experiences and my privileges and disadvantages.
So here I was a 9th grade being only 14 taking care of my sister (who is two years younger than me) having no license or anything to help me. I learned to be really independent and caring, also I matured for my age faster than most kids at my age. After my Mina passed away my parents fought worse than ever and seperated and I went and lived with my mom
I read a study last week that described middle children as the most forgotten child. It didn’t use those words exactly, but with phrases like “least talkative”, “least bold” and “lack of attention” it’s easy to get the gist. As the second oldest in a family of four kids, I originally agreed with this sentiment. I’ve had more than my fair share of being forgotten by my parents at shops. Twice the amount of all my siblings combined.
Overall, being the eldest child is stressful, in addition, the eldest child has to share everything with their younger siblings. However, if I wasn’t the oldest child and instead had an older sister instead of younger brothers, although I can’t imagine my life without those little brats around, a lot would probably change. Since I would have fewer responsibilities, fewer expectations, someone other than my parents and friends to rely on, and someone to talk to other than my mom and friends. I would probably become rebellious since I don’t have to worry much about responsibilities and expectations, for example, I wouldn’t care much about my grades since my older sister would get
In this essay, two different art pieces are compared and contrasted, and they both represent the same theme, “a single individual can have tremendous impact on the lives of other. These two-pieces will be called artworks 1 and artwork 2. In artwork 1, the author painted her artwork. In the painting, the famous scientist, Newton is sitting on the grass and the apple is falling, and he was surprised because the apple fell down. In artwork 2, the author uses a different way to show the same theme.
When I pick up a good book and loose track of time sitting in my room, ignoring the outside world, living in a fantasy, for instance. I am not the middle child of my family, or the one who gets forgotten, I am someone who can become anything. I have no separate feelings about being a middle child and being part of my family. I know they love me. They may not show their love in the ways they express it to other family members, but I know.