At first, I thought that my life was just simply a “repetition” on a daily basis, but as I reflect on special moments in my life, I see that there is a journey written among the lines of my life. My life’s journey as a student is much like Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey because I met my teachers who would soon become my mentors, had to deal with many conflicts in school, and in the end I earned special rewards that would make me see life in a different perspective. Starting middle school wasn’t easy. It was like traveling to a foreign place and not knowing how to communicate with…
In life, we all must create our own story. Our story is not made up only of the big obstacles that we overcome or if we meet our goal, it is made up of every little thing we do. The little actions everyday that we decide to do make up the story of us. In the widely popular BBC series, Doctor Who, The Doctor once said, “we are all stories in the end. Just make it a good one” our lives are stories, no matter how big or small, we only have to make them complete.…
As a military child, I left the United States with my family at the age of five and spent eight years living overseas at duty stations in Japan, Germany, and Italy. We traveled extensively during vacations to over 20 different countries. As a result, I claim proficiency in ordering french fries and apple juice in several different languages. Although moving has brought me some misfortune, and many people would say that living overseas qualifies as adversity, I never felt it was such.…
Beginning junior year, I occupied myself with the most constructive investment in my life. My daily routine was bland, but oddly hailed as the ultimate path to victory. I was learning in school, but the learning lacked meaning. Plot lines and mathematical formulas were unavailing ideas, which I tepidly regurgitated. I concluded that a life permeated with monotonous toil was not worth celebrating on my day of judgment.…
On bus, in cars, swimming across rivers, on foot were the conditions of an economic and quick journey to the United States; a journey that I was forced to take and scared my life. A journey to safety. In many instances, I was on my own, relying on the knowledge instilled by my grandfather, and finding humor while facing and overcoming the challenges that faced me. Throughout my journey I suffered from many unspeakable things. When I was in the desert alone without food, I reached a point where every step I took I felt it was taking me closer to the end of my life.…
The door slams. Angry voices pervade throughout the house. Fear, fear of what was to happen next lingered in my mind. It became a part of my daily routine. At a very young age I realised that life was not all sunshine and rainbows.…
Life started getting rough for me around the time that my dad was terminated (11/10/2016). Everything seems to be coming at me all at once. Asides from studying for finals, I was also focused on working two jobs because everything in the house became my responsibility. Mortgage became my responsibility, bills became mine, car loans became mine, expenses in the house became mine as well. I became the support system for my family, both emotionally and financially.…
Over the duration of my senior summer I was allowed to experience many wonders as I transitioned out of one segment of my life to a new one; however, possibly to greatest experience out of the entire time period of my summer was my family's trip to six flags. We began planning for the trip months in advance saving money, gathering supplies, and making reservations. We toiled through this segment of planing making sure that all of the details of the trip would be perfect. Once all of our details were lined up ducks in a row and bags packed as if we were to stay for a month, we began travel on the an interstate that was as busy as an ant nest just before winter, as in when they begin to store food, but I digress we weaved through the traffic,…
During finals week of fall 2014, my grandmother was starting to cook her oatmeal in the kitchen for breakfast. I was upstairs in my room packing when I heard two loud bangs. I was startled and immediately exited my room as did my brother and together we rushed down the stairs into the kitchen. My grandmother had collapsed. She had busted her nose and hit her head on the cabinets behind her rendering herself unconscious.…
There was not a single piece of leather furniture that lacked an intricate map I had scratched into it with my grubby four-year-old fingernails. Every wall and flat surface had Sharpie murals of vast cotton candy skies and family trees made of dogs as soon as I discovered how to hold a pen. My parents never tried to stifle my creativity. They urged me to pursue artistry and offered every tool conceivable to develop my creative skills. Growing up hearing my father jam out on guitar and watching my mother lose herself painting silk (among the many other hobbies they both tend to), my inspiration never ran dry.…
When I wrote this essay I was in my new home, my door room. I often refer to my dorm as my house, which my friends despise but I do it anyways. I always say “Want to come over to my house?”. Writing this essay in my new house allowed me to reflect back to my old house in Rotterdam. The physical setting that I was in made me feel extremely nostalgic for my old room at home that I shared with my little sister.…
I vividly remember the first day of sixth grade; I looked at my schedule just “knowing” I would switch out of the “Odyssey of the Mind” class, especially since I had never even heard of it before. I had no idea that exactly two years later I would be the one standing in the middle of the Iowa University stadium, performing in front of hundreds of other passionate competitors from over a hundred countries around the world. I have always been good at painting, drawing, and coming up with witty answers to teacher's questions. However, only a few other students understood what I was saying. I was never able to put my creative skills to good use, besides the rare once-a-quarter projects we would have.…
playful If i told you I don't play too much or horse around that would be A straight lie. I play way too much. I'm the most playful person in the world I play way too much.…
I still have nightmares about the week when I didn’t have a phone. In my senior year of highschool, my phone got stolen and it took about a week to get a replacement. That week was the longest week of my life. I found myself actually feeling sad and depressed without my phone, which is quite pathetic. When I would go out with friends, I realized just how much of our “hanging out” time actually consisted of us sitting in the same place, but in different worlds.…
I was zooming through the air in a plane at rapid speeds, yet I was at a point in my life where everything was at a standstill. Nothing significant was happening. I was an aspiring soccer player, but at the moment I had no team to play on. I was growing more anxious day by day, and I began to wonder what the future had in store for me after my vacation. It wouldn't take long for me to find out.…