Learning the truth can be a scary experience. One of the many things I had to come to terms with at an early age is the realization of having little to no control over my own life. A helpless child, my mother would call it. Adults, and some teenagers who acted as if they were adults made all the decisions in my young life. I grew up with older sisters who helped raise me most of the time because my mom was never home. It is eight of us, six girls and two boys. For some of us though, well, the ones who were minors or that wasn’t raised by someone else, our lives experienced a separation that never reunited. My moment of being is the separation from my siblings and being placed in foster care for the last time. New situations didn’t frighten …show more content…
This placement with this stranger of a sister gave me the strength I didn’t know I had. I was forced to be more independent and learn new things without the proper guidance from her or my mother. What I thought was going to be a much healthier environment turned out to be toxic. Freedom went days and sometimes weeks not saying anything to me. I grew to deal with it and used it to become a better person. I saw firsthand that letting your past stay alive can hinder your future. She was so bitter about everything and constantly brought my mother decisions up to me like I asked to be in the situation I was in. My strength came from the experiences that I went through at such a young age and it has made me fearless in some of the scariest situations I encounter as an adult. I am a true believer though that everything happens for a reason. Ultimately, I learned that the separation from my family made me be thankful for the bad things in life because they open my eyes to see the good things I wasn’t paying attention to before. The love I did receive from my mother wasn’t that greatest but damn sure better than fake love given to me out of sympathy. I cherished every moment I did spent with my mother and siblings after the adoption realizing one never misses what they have until its gone. All I know was I didn’t have the best upbringing, but the love was
I have grown as a person not only for myself, but for my younger brother along with my older sister. I was always the one to hold the family together. I wanted to give my younger brother something to look up to and I wanted to give my older sister some motivation. My older sister chose not to go to college, making me the first person to go to college out of our family. This is when I realized that I have grown as a person.
I grew up with a single mother who eventually married and had two children, but then divorced and is a single mother again. I was relied on by my mother to co-parent my sisters, being 8 months and 3 at the time. My whole teenage life consisted of being a second mother to my two little sisters. It was a taxing, unfair, resentful time in my life. I love my sisters more than anything
Lucky, them, all I’ve got is a few deteriorating memories of Mother, Father, what we did together, the crash, and the orphanage. The orphanage is where it truly hit me that they were dead and I would never see them again. I was there for a year, that’s when my strongest and fondest memory occurred. An African American woman with kind brown eyes, a stark contrast to my blond hair, blue eyes, and white skin walked into my room and we talked for hours. I never would have thought I would have called her Mom then.
My sister is younger than me, but recently left for an early college program. Which was difficult because we’re very close and as her older sister I’ve always taken care of her. Throughout my life she’s been my best friend. Our family has always been extremely close, because it’s just the three of us. Our small family dynamic, combined with being raised by a single mother, has made me an independent person and someone who tries to make sure others are taken care of.
She immediately got me out of that environment. After getting into the right environment, with my mom, I overcame the depression and self-harm that came with being abused for so long. I am happy things turned out the way they did. It taught me to express my feelings; crying is okay; being upset is okay. Even though life gave me curve balls, I maintained grade point averages above 3.5 making me on high honor roll.
Growing up it was just myself, my sister and my Dad, and on the occasion visiting with my mother every other weekend, and when she was gone, us two girls spent it with my grandparents on my mother’s side of the family. Without having my older sister around to assist me with school work or such, I happened to learn my lessons with the little aid from my teachers while at school. Not having an at home older
My eyes automatically drifted to the tall bright palm tree that moved along with the rhythm of the wind. It’s leafs danced as they presented their welcome. The sun shined down and hugged me with warmth, giving my skin a tingling, but satisfying sensation. I had come from Virginia to California, the famous, constantly spoken of state, that finally reached my sight. The state presented its beautiful attributes to capture my wonder and mesmerization.
This semester has been an ongoing challenge for me but has been an enjoyable one and I have not been presented with any impossible tasks. I have never been much of a writer, and during the course of this semester, I 've struggled to meet length requirements on the assigned essays. However, I do understand that not everyone is an excellent writer or even has to enjoy writing to get a good grade in this 1A class. From the start, with the first essay, I pushed myself to do my best and looked to multiple outlets to polish my writing, such as the online tutor, the writing center, the internet and the writer 's handbook.
It had its good days and bad days though, not speaking to my mother or father for an entire year was heartbreaking. The good days were easy to get through but when it rained it poured, some days I felt there was nowhere to turn. It kept me motivated though, I knew I needed to develop thick skin because mommy and daddy would not be there to save me. I became very cautious and aware of my surroundings, everyone was guilty until proven innocent in my eyes. I had to travel the safe route.
The prompt for this essay is quite simple: write about how your involvement in sports, community service, leadership, academics, and other extracurricular activities have affected your overall character. However, I feel as though this essay would be better if focused on my career in lacrosse and how it’s changed my life over the past five years, helping me throughout the good and bad, the simple and the challenging. Lacrosse has been a part of my life for about five years now. I started playing when I was in fourth grade, simply because I wanted to branch out and try something new, exciting, and a little bit out of my comfort zone.
The sun shone through the swaying trees in Fullerton that day, children played at the park, dogs ran around fetching sticks, and the well known “Wheels on the Bus” song told all the kids that the ice cream truck was right around the corner. Every house had their air conditioning on and mothers were getting dinner ready for their families. Father’s were playing catch with their sons, or watching the news on TV. It was the summer of 1999, and I was home for vacation from teaching in Chicago.
A couple of weeks before I turned eight my little brother was born. They have impacted my life way more than they realize. Being an older sister has shaped me into the person I am today in school and class, because I’ve learned how to cope with different things, learned that people like to do things their own way and I have learned how to set a good example. I have learned how to cope with things I don’t like very much being a big sister.
Academic success to me is achieving good grades and understanding the material to get good grades. Academic success also means to have an good attendance. I already get mostly A’s and B’s, but I am not good at staying on top of things. To improve my academic success I will attend class more often, be more organized, pay attention in class, and not procrastinate.
My life is so eventful, all have so much meaning. Including, My first colossal birthday party. Also when my mom and dad got a divorce, and the best one is when my dad said that he was gonna adopt me. They all have a lot of meaning no matter how cliché they are. No matter how bad these events can get, they made me who I am, so I love each and every one.
Being a teacher is a journey that has much to do with learning about yourself and being aware that what happens in your classroom reflects only on how are you with yourself. Teachers are not conscious that they project into students, and that affects how things go in the classroom. I believe the first characteristic of a good teacher is that he/ she is always willing to analyze his/her teaching performance. Second the teacher is humble enough to receive input about the development and application of techniques, learning from it and improving.