Descriptive Essay About My Life

“I thought I told you to bring your speech so you can practice." She told me with a disapproving smirk that felt like she could see straight through

“Yeah,” I say as my dad starts to pull out of the parking lot and head back to our house, and I open my car window.

“That’s different though, you’re naturally confident and bold. I’m not you.” I sighed and leaned back, trying to relax. I thought for a moment, looking up at the ceiling then back at Esther. “I’m going to go to Edwiss,” I said aloud, not even noticing how crazy I may have sounded.

After that we headed home. And the car ride home was not good I puked on the side of the road because I was hot and when it is hot I puke.

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.

School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.

Anywhere you go can create memories, but can also become a part of you in one way or another. Some of those places may have had an impact on a person’s life that changed him or her as a person. For others, some places may have a special meaning, teaching, or maybe because the best memories were made in that special place. For me, the best memories and the one place that I always remember is Woodburn Oregon. This city has so many good, happy, and bad memories that I still remember. These memories bring back my childhood and how my perspective of life changed. As a young child, growing up in Woodburn Oregon during the summer, I learned to not only appreciate everything I have, but to also work hard to be successful.

There are three very important aspects that play a major rule in my life. They can be categorized as intellectual, social, and spiritual. My intellectual self is interesting because I am mainly right-brained which means that I tend to use my creativity more than my mathematical skills, also making me a visual learner. My social self consists of friends, family, and my surroundings. I spend most of my time at home with my family. Whenever I am with my friends, I observe their behaviors and listen to their opinions. I am more of an independent type of person. Being with different people has influenced me into appreciating different cultures and beliefs. I have learned things that have now been incorporated into my own set of beliefs and

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.

What do you think of when you think of home? Is it a place to sleep, a place to cry,or is it your hiding place. When most people think of home they think of it as just some place that they live at with their family, and or guardians.But when I think of home I think of it as my solid fortress,the only place where I am free to be 100% me.

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.

Every day, hundreds of people die, yet in the same day, hundreds of babies are born. It’s a scary thought, but eventually we will die. And what I do within the day I’m born and the day I die will define who and what I am, and I for one want to leave a positive impact in the world before I die. A big benefactor to what defines me, is vicissitude. Change happens every day, and everywhere, yet vicissitude is a rare, drastic change, and all things considered, my hobbies, future goals, and the places I’ve visited have piloted me to have a very impactful and successful future in my life.

Picture the most beautiful woman you could ever think of. Is she young? What color is her hair? Does she have blonde or brown hair? Does she have blue eyes? Or hazel? We all picture someone different. You might picture someone you know, or someone completely made up. Most people might say I’m the girl you’re picturing right now. Most people might say I have lived the most perfect seventeen years a girl could dream of. Team captain of the cheerleading team, dating the team captain of the football team, he’s the quarterback too. I thought I had my whole life planned, beginning with the senior year to remember. But sometimes we could have everything planned out in our life, and something could destroy it all.

When I visited my parent’s backyard the first thing I noticed was the welcoming atmosphere. My Mother greeted me at the door with ice cold lemonade that was so sweet I felt like I was forming a cavity right then and there. My Mother led me to the grand rustic table on the spacious wooden deck that wraps around the house. The table was gorgeous; it had elegant golden designs painted on it. The four chairs around the table matched it perfectly. Sitting in the other three chairs were my Father, a very tall and very sweet man with blue rimmed green eyes, thick black hair, and a mustache to match. Next to him was as always was my Mother, a very beautiful and generous woman with golden brown hair and rich brown eyes. Also at the table was my sister, a very skinny and sassy girl with bright blonde hair and rich brown eyes that match my Mother’s. That moment is when I realized I was a perfect blend of both my mother and father. I had inherited his green eyes and her golden brown hair as well as his demeanor and her generosity.

I am no different, or any better than anyone else, however, my unique life experiences have provided me with a profound level of understanding and acceptance. While I believe that our life experiences do not determine, or define who we are as individuals, I do believe that these experiences and the teachings they hold, sculpt who we become and the ways in which we approach life and interact with others). It is such experiences that allow us to create a deeper connection and profound understanding to the various pieces of life and the lives of others that often go unseen. It is for this reason, I am pursuing an (education?) in the masters of social work program, so that I may couple my experience with education to further my understanding of others and the tools necessary to support them, creating change, and re-sculpting the pieces that have…