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All of our dreams were attached to this one event. In the almost 3 years that have passed since graduation he has struggled to find a job in his field of study and has had to continue working at the factory job he hates so much. This has caused our family heartache, frustration, and extreme anger. The disappointment of not being able to move forward spilled into other areas of my life. The doubt in the God I had believed in my whole life was growing and we almost left a religion my family has belonged to for several
I realized that my mom had sacrificed her life in the Soviet Union so that I would have the opportunity to go to an amazing college like NYU. My mom saw NYU as an opportunity for a better life. When I was 7 years old, I saw NYU as a dream and a place that would
After a year my father joined us in Maryland; I thought we would be a real family, but everything was exactly the same as before. Four years later I got to see my dad any time I wanted, but this turned out to be a living nightmare. My dad was unemployed. Everything went downhill because my father's butt never left the sofa, the TV never turned off, he never did chores unless my mom begged, and even if he said "yes" he would push them off onto my siblings and I. My mom finally 'hit her whits end' a year later and kicked him out; my father retreated to his hometown in Vermont.
Boom thunder echoed across the sky right before a blinding flash of lightning. I trudged along the walking path from the P.A.C.E. bus station to school. Rain pelted me, and I could only hope that I would make it to the school soon. It was the first day of my freshman year, I had straightened my unruly curly hair; ,y mom had ironed the tan khaki pants that I wore. By the time I got to school, both my hair and carefully ironed pants were completely soaked.
It happened September 22, 2011. It was during seventh period athletics. No one can ever plan for something like this and others never think of it. My life was changed that day, I didn’t know it then, but now that I do I wouldn’t change it for the world. My day started like any other: wake up, go to school, then go home.
The value that I was able to find in this narrative writing assignment was the ability to be able to tell my story. It gave me the opportunity to actually think about myself and the life experiences I have gone through. Although, I often go back and reflect from time to time to see the growth in which I have overcome. While in other ways it was hard to believe I made it through those experiences. To reflect on the memories makes it all so real.
Everyone has an experience that forces them to open their eyes, exit childhood and enter adulthood. For some people this experience is one they relish, for some people this experience is one they do not always care to think about, but for everyone this experience is one they can never forget. When I was twelve years old my life turned upside down. My parents had just decided to terminate their marriage and before I knew it our family was also in financial turmoil. I was absolutely devastated.
I have always been driven by competition, my will against that of my opponent my work ethic against his. Competition is the basis of who I am and failure does not come naturally to me. I refuse to back down in the face of a challenge, and so when I was asked if I wanted to do wrestling in seventh grade, I accepted just as I had accepted every challenge prior. I knew what I was getting into I knew the hard work that would be required and I knew the toughness of the practice.
But , in a way, I was preparing myself for it. After receiving support from my family, I came to conclude that this was the best thing for my parents. I would still, somewhat, feel in my heart that it was my fault, but I learned as time moved on that I wasn't to blame. My father told me that I could see him whenever I wanted to and I could sleep at his new place anytime. I was.
On May 20th,2020, I graduated from high school. It was like a novel. I was oozing with zeal and happiness. My friends, siblings, parents, and grandparents where there to witness my special day. Normally, I would be happy i'm leaving,but I wasn't.
It was first grade and I attended an after school program called Kids Bridge every day until five o'clock. I waited anxiously for my mother to arrive and take me home, where I really wanted to be. My entire day was set on hearing my teacher say "La'Asia, it's time to go. Get your things. " I remember it being a sunny crisp fall day.
I never imagined my life would turn out this way. Seven years old everything felt seamless. I was blessed with two parents who adored me, two older siblings who would do anything for me. I did not see any trace of a dead end road. By the time I was nine I realized everything in my life was changing, my family was not genuinely a family to any further extent.
As I got into my car that August afternoon, wiping away a few rogue tears, I thought to myself, “I’ll see him in a few months and nothing will change”. Little did I know that when I wished my boyfriend off to college, that not only was he leaving, but a piece of my freedom was leaving with him. Senior year gave me new freedoms and responsibilities that I was eager to pursue and experience. As the year progressed, I got to experience the freedoms of being able to drive myself, lead three sports teams, and make the life-altering decision of where I will continue my education. These newfound freedoms aided the development of the person who I am today, and the person I aspire to be.
Most people aren't aware, but the 2015 club deck almost did not come to fruition. Let me explain... Back in mid-July (2015), I received a phone call from Tom Dawson around supper time. He informed me that Jackson Robinson, who agreed to design the 2015 deck, was backing out of the project for personal reasons. To make matters worse, the deadline to turn in all the artwork for the deck was eight days away. Finding another artist would be highly unlikely, and very difficult.
I changed my thinking that the world wasn’t that great. People were suffering and always fighting to get their house. I saw a lot of their sad face. I thought to myself even these people who weren’t educated still fight for their life. Then why don’t I fight for my life since I have more than them.
