Autobiography. My name is Michelle Barron. I am 18 years old and I am currently a senior in High School. I was born and raised in Mexico. I lived with my mother and father, he was a U.S. citizen.
My mother died when I was very young so there was no one to protect my siblings and me from our dad so he abused us and made us work in the fields(Sullivan 49; Knight 31) I ran away from my dad and an arranged marriage at the age of 16; I dressed as a boy and named myself Franklin Thompson. Then I got a job as a Bible Salesman. Once I earned enough money I moved to the US(Sullivan 50; Knight 31-32). When the war started in 1861 I was 20 years old and I felt a need to help fight in the war. So I enlisted and became a field nurse.
name is Alyssa Loredo, I was born and raised in Odessa, Texas. I have moved around frequently, but I have not yet to move out of Odessa. And who am I? That's an Interesting question, but overall I would describe myself as Devoted, Ambitious, and a Perfectionist when I need to be. There are many stories I could tell you about how I became the person I am today, but none of those stories made the most amount of impact in my life as the one I'm about to tell you.
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, Tyler J. Corstange, was born May 4th, 2004, at Bronson Hospital in Kalamazoo, Michigan. I’m 11 years old and I go to Gull Lake Middle School. I have two sisters Maddie and Grace, one brother Owen, and a dog named Buddy. My dad’s name is Jeff and my mom’s name is Laura. We love to play sports, argue with each other
On October 20, 1998, I was born in Flagstaff, Arizona to my mom, Sherryl, and my dad, Jack. When I was about two or three, my family moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where we have resided ever since. I am the middle child of three girls. My older sister, Holly, is twenty-one years old, studies national security at Baldwin Wallace University in Ohio, and is in the Air Force. My younger sister, Keely, is fifteen years old, and she is a fantastic artist.
When I was was younger, I was a caterpillar crawling around trying to get through life, waiting to turn into the beautiful butterfly I know I could soon become. I made good decisions along with bad ones, saw the beauty in life as well as the unpleasant. I was like everyone else trying to be their own person, but now as I look at myself in the mirror I can finally see who I really am. I see myself as the beautiful butterfly I once dreamed of becoming, ready to fly down my own path. I have been in my chrysalis and I am finally out and ready to fly into my bright future.
Upon meeting me, not many people know that I am a first generation American. However, they are usually interested in the orgin of my last name. I am in fact Ukranian. Both my parents and my older sister were born in Ukraine. They immigrated to America in 1992 because of religious persecution that they were facing.
In my freshman year, I made a choice to relinquish some of my social life and replace that time giving back to my community. I joined a non-profit organization called the Volunteer Corp. We spent our time at food banks, park clean-ups, and even hosting local events. This experience left a lasting impression on me in many ways; however, one experience changed my perspective on life and serve as a constant reminder of how the smallest contribution to others can be the most powerful. St. Joseph University, in Philadelphia, held an event called Hand in Hand. It was an event dedicated to raising awareness for people with physical and/or developmental disabilities.
I am the oldest of five children. I have four sisters (2 sisters from my mother/father’s side and 2 half-sisters from my father’s side). I was born in Moca, Dominican Republic in 1979. At the age of seven (7) my parents took me to the United States, New Jersey, where I lived for about 3 years. My parents when through separation and my mother decided to live in Puerto Rico in 1988.
My most significant endeavor since attending community college would be helping my community to receive an Adult Daycare. Thought this endeavorer I have applied my knowledge that I have learned about the disease to educate others in my community who may not have to know the impact of it. I have also used and sought the aid of my relationship that I have built by being at my community college. This Adult Daycare service or Coltrane LIFE center is something that I am passionate about having in my hometown. My grandpa has Alzheimer's and I have seen the stress that tolls on the family and caregiver.
I was born in Charlotte on June, 11, 1996. My parents came to the U.S. in 1995, as my dad’s job had brought him to North Carolina. My brother was born a couple years later in Charlotte as well. For the first three years of my life, our family bounced around from North Carolina to Florida to Pennsylvania, before finally settling down in Poughkeepsie, a small town in the Hudson Valley region of New York. My dad worked for IBM as a computer engineer, and my mom stayed home to take care of my brother and me.
The infamous answer to the question, “What is your primary goal for going to school?” is “to further my education, get a job, and be successful” such a cliché if I must say myself. My goal attending school is to make my family happy, as well as myself. In high school, I did not apply myself like I should have done because I was not sure if college was in my favor. Also, being the child of a single parent wanting to attend college seemed impossible, especially far from home.
From the moment of my birth, I was declared a girl and my parents immediately attempted to raise me to be every aspect of my gender, from behavior to beliefs. In sociology, this is known as gender role socialization, which is the process of socializing boys and girls to conform to their assigned genders’ attitudes, beliefs, behaviors, values, and norms. My parents taught me how think and behave like a girl through the way the way they dressed me, how they did my hair, and the toys they allowed me to play with. However, having been raised with a brother, I also picked up on some of his supposed gender roles. I am exactly who I am due to the way I was socialized by my parents and others around me.
The first half of this semester was swift and I can’t believe how fast it passed by. College is a whole new world for me that I had never imagined with a lot of new experiences that I hope will shift me into a better and smarter person. There are more things I can do in college that I would have never dared to do in high school and I am happy for these new freedoms. I am able to eat in class, leave class without asking and they don’t care if I pay attention or not. My high school teachers would always tell me to wait for the bell, sometimes would not let me leave and if I did not pay attention they would yell.
