Am I the only person who can recall their childhood complaints? You know, really dig deep and think about all those times that we wished we could run away, or how we hated following all our parents’ rules. I remember, and I can say this, “Boy, was I wrong?” Being a young adult is not as fun as most people make it out to be. Sure, you no longer need to worry about curfews, or even worry about your parents disapproving of your “risqué” outfit choices anymore. However, I don’t believe most people sit back and really analyze the hardships that young adults face.
I stayed late that day to study for it but did not really study hard. Therefore, the result of that was that when I got my paper back I got an F. After that test, I basically got an F on every test she gave me including other subjects. I wasn’t really surprised as I did not study that hard for them. I neglected my studies and focused on my social life at school and how to gain more friends. This continued till I completed my first semester.
My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.
Once in my life, I got to be an outsider. I wandered around for friends. I want to be happy with my friend, but no one wanted to play with me. I tried many ways to shows other that I can be a good friend, but no one knows it. My friend don't understand me, they don't understand why I act out like that, they don't even tried to understand it.
This quote reflects one of the important ideas that I have learned in this class. In the past, I typically thought of happiness as only an emotion. I never thought of how essential happiness would be to live an excellent life, let alone my health. However, as I continued to attend this class, I realized how important happiness was. I am sure plenty of you all have felt this, having to wake up early in the morning to trek to school to at 7:00 AM for a seemingly useless class.
All of these questions were going back and forth all morning long. After I finally relaxed and decided to get ready, I felt an overwhelming presence of nervousness wash over me. The thought finally struck me like a lightning bolt that I am a senior in high school. I didn’t know what I was going to do. This was it, my last year of being able to enjoy childhood before I went off and had to be an adult.
I’m almost in a daze as I sit back on the bed. Memories of past Christmases flood my thoughts. On Christmas morning, my sister always wakes me up. Her anticipation of the day keeps her from snoozing, so she is always the first to rise. We are not allowed to come downstairs until my parents give us the “ok.” They would give us permission to come downstairs as soon as they were prepared with their recording devices and a cup of coffee.
THE INSTINCT…… The love for architecture in me did not come up all of a sudden, but it took years. Since, I was only girl child of my parents, the best companion I have ever had in my childhood is Lego blocks. I have gained dexterity that made me creative by making my own designs. Reaching higher classes, my parent’s concern about my studies increased and I was introduced to long time study hours. I used to take a break watching National geographic channel, I still remember it was the construction of “Palm Island” in progress (2007) and I was in my 9th grade.
While I was still child, many people used to comment as to why I should have a birthday party. Truth be told as an adult one should know that birthdays are the same every year and surprise, surprise I am Lenten baby. I wanted pressies, a new dress, pretty cake which mom baked and the well wishers of uncles, aunts and friends – those were the best days. That does not mean I never observed Lent because I was dreaming of my birthday. As children we observed the days and fast of abstinence on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, we collected money for the Lenten campaign from our pocket money, and gave up what we could ice- cream, chocolates and one year tv.
In addition, we had grown to a family of eleven children of which my parents could barely support. However, I learned at an early age that it was family that was the most important treasures in life. Over the years, this rang true over and over when we leaned on each other for support. However, I never such great grief until last year. My sister, and best friend, almost successfully committed suicide because of her psychotic break.