An Essay About My Life

As I became older and a more advanced reader, my preference for books changed. When I was in Elementary School, nonfiction books were uncharted-territory; I would never dare or even attempt to read them. Whenever I went to a library, I would immediately zoom over to the realistic fiction and fantasy books and completely ignore nonfiction. This changed in Sixth Grade. My English teacher, Ms. Oshman had put multiple nonfiction books on display. I hadn’t been able to find a book that I had enjoyed recently, so out of sheer curiosity, I picked up a book titled “Murder, Moonshine, and the Lawless Years of Prohibition” by Karen Blumenthal. I only read a few pages, but I was fascinated. Then, I stopped only checking fantasy and fiction books, and

Although reading literature when being forced and for educational purposes has withered my once love of reading, I can still vividly remember where my love of reading began. My comfy living room couch holds my

On the other hand the first statement I choose that exemplifies my life experience is “I feel attracted and drawn or called to a spiritual journey” (Atchley, 2009, p. 64). There may be a stage in an individual’s life where they can be unfulfilled with the direction of their personal trajectory. I genuinely believe that the contemporary main-stream society we reside in places too much emphasis upon the pursuit/accumulation of material possessions, endeavoring to maintain a youthful appearance, the acceptance of self-indulgence and completely removing God from our daily lives. I perceive that without engaging in God’s will and by assisting one another an individual can attain meaning and purpose in their life. In addition by aiding other people who may need assistance an individual is not primarily contemplating upon their problems but instead placing the cares and concerns of others before their own. The class literature articulated that: “something happens to create an opening, an invitation that may come in many forms: an experience that suggests we are not who were though we were, feeling homesick for a place we don’t recall being before or an experience of an alternative universe in our consciousness” (Atchley, 2009, p. 64). Therefore people that have converted to Christianity may perceive that this physical plane is not their long-term residence and that it is a temporary destination and our permanent home is residing with God in heaven for all eternity. I believe

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

Ever since the young age of second grade I have loved books. I was always found with a nose in a book. Because of this I feel that I have a fairly good background on books and so therefore can determine if, in my own opinion, the book is really good or not. But as in all things there is more to learn and over the course of this semester I have had to stretch my reading capability to its very limits. I have really enjoyed this opportunity to read some of the most

I never knew what it felt like to be content in a relationship, or what true love was, until I met Dan. Prior to this success, I disentangled myself out of a three year relationship full of manipulative and childish acts.

My teacher, Ms. McCormick, was an excellent instructor yet it was only her first year teaching. She was my favorite teacher until she told the class that we would have to read our own handpicked booked. My mood completely changed; nonetheless I did what was required. The book I picked was in regular book format and audio; because I thought I was slick, I tried to get the audio version, but my teacher caught me and told me no. I used to choose the books I read based off of the cover, which was ironic because of the saying: “don’t judge a book by its cover”. That didn’t

Back in the late 60’s, when I was 12 years old, my parents went through re-education during the Cultural Revolution.

I loved New York City the day I moved there. The busy, noisy streets always gave me comfort. The best part about it is that I get to hear the pitter-patter of rain almost every day. However, living in the dorm rooms at New York University (NYU) wasn’t always fun. This caused me to spend most of my time behind the dorms by the oak tree.

I 've come into this cafe every day for months, but for the past three weeks, I 've done nothing but sit and stare at the overly-cliche painting of a steaming cup of coffee. I studied its colors like an art student trying to pull out some meaningful shit from the shades of brown and ochre. I used to order something, once upon a time ago. At first I ordered a vanilla latte every time I came in, "you deserve a treat today," I 'd say to myself to affirm that all of the hard work I was putting into this blackhole of a carreer was worth it. As the weeks went on, I started ordering a bit more modestly; as it turns out, spending $5 on a drink 3 to 4 days a week really takes its toll on a bank account, especially when you don 't have any income

Wake up, eat, pasture the sheep, eat, and hit the hay. This was my routine for as long as I could remember and I was ok with that. Life was great just me and my fat sheep, that’s all I really needed and of course my cheese and milk . No one really came around because my kind is known to be wild savages and lawless, and there not completely wrong, I could never see eye to eye with anyone so it’s probably best that I lived solo. My home was a mountainous cave just right for my size. The rugged walls and hard floors to others might look uncomfortable but not to me, I was content as ever. Today started same as always I awoke and made my way out to the fields. The early morning rays of sun kissed the rolling hills and I stood still, captivated by the beauty. I took in the warmth that made the hair on my skin rise. I watched as two birds hovered in and out of trees singing a song of whistles on repeat. I made my way through the trees on the look for some more firewood with my sheep not far behind getting all chunky just for me. After hours out on the pasture I started to head home with my boughs on my shoulder and my sheep to the right of me. My day wasn’t over yet, I threw the wood in the cave and closed it up with the boulder I called a door. I took a seat and got to work milking my ewes and to be honest the job was pretty ew. I can’t complain though because that was my supper and man it tasted bomb. I finished all my chores and poked at the fire thinking that this day was

Lights; red and blue. Handcuffs; silver and waiting. A jail cell; cold and desolate. Each of these words describe things that a criminal would have seen before being introduced to their fate. What do a criminal and little Anna have in common? More than one would think, but that is to be explained later. Before I committed my deed, I would describe my childhood as a dreamlike bliss. I lead a pretty charmed life-two parents, a sister, a soon-to-be brother, and an iridescent, teal-colored room. What more could a seven year old ask for? But really, my life was pretty fantastic. I was a clueless little girl with a Dora Explorer(cultural allusion) haircut and larger than life bow to match. However, one day I made a dreadful mistake that haunted my childhood; I robbed the Easter Bunny. You're probably wondering how I could have possibly robbed something that doesn’t exist, but my seven year old self would tell you otherwise in a heartbeat. To me, the day I robbed the very real Easter Bunny was a day I will never forget.

Hearing the four word combo of “four page cultural autobiography” in class easily sent a shiver down my spine when it was announced. I sat there thinking to myself, “Okay… I’m a 5’9,” sport loving, white guy that stayed at his home town college. I am just about as average as it comes, this paper will surely be the death of me.” However, after only a handful of classes I realized there’s a lot more to each and every individual that is worth sharing and learning about. What’s average on a personal level could be extraordinary to someone living in different circumstances and I took that for granted for far too long. This allowed me to dig deeper into where I’ve come from and the personal experiences that have shaped who I am to this day. My parents are both white but grew up in completely different cultural backgrounds. My father lived in a predominantly white are where my mother lived in Evansville and worked at a small family pizza shop in a predominantly black area of Evansville. As parents do, they have played a large role in shaping me culturally.

Many studies show that most people these days, especially teens and adolescents, aren’t reading books as much as they used to. From a 2007 study in USA Today that states that one in four people didn’t read a single book the previous year, to a 2014 Time article that details how 45 percent of 17-year-olds admit to having only read one or two books by choice