My Experience In My Life

Ten years ago, I was officially a college dropout; leaving Wiley College after only two years was the biggest mistake of my life. Ten years ago, I created a narrative about the type of people who went to college. I made myself believe that college was a place exclusively for extremely smart people who came from nice middle-class families. College was not a place where an African American who lived in subsidized housing went. Although I was enrolled in college and doing quite well, I fell victim to self-doubt and ultimately believed that I did not have the ability to graduate. Consequently, after only two years, I dropped out of college.

Growing up I was raised by my mother and great-grandfather; my father was never involved and still isn’t presently. Since my mom was a single parent she was always working late at night and my great-grandfather would take care of me. He was a strong, stubborn man who loved everyone with all of his heart. However, he was dying of two arduous cancers; esophagus and colon. I was well aware of what was happening to the only father-figure in my life but I tried to keep his spirits up every day. I spent every day of my first 9 years with him and I regret that I didn’t spend more. Due to him being sick and passing away, I grew up quick. I was more mature than most of the kids I was around which inhibited my child-like character. Throughout middle

After my father graduated from college, He moved around to look for more opportunities to further his education. Later on; he married my mother, and they decided to move to Yemen from Somalia. The decision was mostly made because they witnessed their family and friends being killed and tortured during the Somalian civil war. In Yemen, my father taught in an elementary school and he loved his job. However, one day all of our lives changed dramatically. One day my father was taking his usual route through the mountains to get to work, and suddenly he lost balance over a rock and fell downhill. The freak accident left him paralyzed for life because he went through a seizure that caused paraplegia. Since he was the sole provider for our family,

It all started one Wednesday evening. I had noticed that my dad was home extra early from work. I could see the troubled look on his face as him and my mother went into the den and shut the door. I did not give it much thought at the time. I swept what curiosity I

In the summer of 2013, I woke up to my father shaking my shoulder. I had a summer basketball game that day, so I figured he was waking me to tell me I needed to get dressed. My dad's voice sounded hoarse, and as I opened my eyes I could see the worried look on my father’s face. I tried to ask what was wrong, but all he told me was that he would

My Grandfather, C.T. passed away when I was very young and although it was before I started school, I reacted greatly to his death and remember in details the events surrounding his death and my grieving process. He is the closest person I have lost and although I understand I should be grateful I haven 't suffered recently, I still ache that my children never met mt primary father figure.. I was always close to my Grandparents and spent most of my time at their home. They were neighbors to us and since my mother worked nights and my father usually didn’t live with us, I was at her house day and night. I remember he always spoke to me as if I was grown and didn’t downplay situations that I was exposed to within my homes. As a young girl all of my family members assumed I didn’t notice things but he understood I needed assistance understanding things and I appreciated this. He had Parkinson 's disease and I often assisted my Grandmother in his care including assistance with the wheelchair, remembering medication and even eating. They allowed me to do all I was capable of and he even helped me learn to read and write by allowing me to "teach" him with his shakiness. He passed away in 1990 in his sleep on Thanksgiving morning.

When I was little, I was really close with my dad. My mom had worked nights, so I saw and spent most my time with my dad. I wanted to do everything my dad did. I wanted to be just like my dad, even though I was a girl. I went to my dad for everything when I was little. When I was scared or sick, I would cry for my dad. As I was growing up, my dad’s hobby was going out and riding snowmobiles with his friends. As the years went on my dad’s like for this hobby grew, and he was gone most of the nights in the

The psychological effects of childhood experiences can have a huge impact on who we become later in life. My father passed away in a crotch rocket accident two years ago and to this day it still affects me. He was a great guy, whom I looked up to dearly. There are several times I especially recall wanting him around. I had an immense desire for my father when my heart had been broken for the first time. I often find myself wishing my father were here to bolster me in my most momentous achievements in school, such as Beta Club and Basketball. When I am having an unpleasant day, I often wish my dad were still here to come running at me with open arms. Namely when I moved schools, I wanted my father around to help my mother decide if she was making the right decision moving me. Although I am usually a cheerful, carefree girl, the psychological effects kick in sometimes, and I become a depressed, lonely young girl suffering from low self-esteem.

For years it was just my father Aaron and I. My mother died when I was a toddler, my dad never told me how she died. He had become a solitary man after that. I was his only companion. He left his government job and we moved to a small town in Texas. He dove head first into his research in bacteria and diseases. He didn’t want to confront his feelings, I had always feared that if he slowed down he would fall apart. He never really dealt with his grief, he pushed it to the side and worked his ass off to keep busy.

I had no idea my father lost his job until I got home from school that day. When I walked in, I saw my father sitting upon his chair, in the family room, with bloodshot eyes. I was amazed- I never saw my father cry before. I always thought that he was this extremely tall man who could care less about what other people thought of him, who could do almost anything, who loved my mother, my brothers, and I so dearly. I asked him what was the matter, but all he did was tell me to go to my room and do my homework. Then, I went and asked my mother why my father was acting the way he was, all she said was, “Your father and I will tell you and your brothers later.” It wasn’t until dinner when my mother and father told my younger brothers and I what had happened. My brothers did not seem to

My life started like many American boy lives, easy childhood, fun adventures, and an affinity for cars. This charmed life was soon brought to a halt by the introduction to school. Previously the only social interactions were 30 minutes in the park or other gathering where my parents crossed paths with another couple with a child of similar age. This short meet and greet lead to some very weird situations, one that was most memorable encounters were with this 4-year-old, very thin girl at a library. At this particular library, there was a play structure where the parents could drop their kids so they could browse in peace. Having been dropped off, I was promptly greeted by a girl who said with a straight face, “I have a small ass which is good” which threw me off. Being 3 at the time made the situation even weirder. The other problem was at Three I was looking for the truths of the world so I accepted that a small ass was a good thing along with the other very suggestive things she said at 4-year-old. These truths stayed with me for a minimum of 3 years which includes my first year of school.

As I walked to my cold seat at my desk, I stared at the teacher who was lecturing us, I was in a trance of wandering thoughts.Had this reverse in my life's polarity really benefited me? I noted it to be a mixed blessing. Why had God put me in this funny position anyway? I sometimes felt so alone in what I was going through. My classmates just can't understand what's been going through my life.To them my change in character meant very little or practically nothing. I have already felt completely isolated once in my life.

Knowing who you are is an important step in life. Knowing your identity is something that is expected of you before you even graduate highschool. When students are being surveyed for acceptance, they are being chosen for what they have done rather than what they can do. Granted, what you have done is a good reflector of what you can do, but what you can do isn’t what you have done. I come from a family that values hard work and character. No one in the entirety of my family has any special diploma or fancy piece of paper that tells everyone what they are good at. No one in my family has any clue what I am writing about right now.

Growing up my father was absent the was gone with the wind. I would wake up and he would be gone without a trace. It wasn’t easy going to bed every night knowing I wouldn’t get to see him- sometimes it was weeks until I was able to even see him. Whenever the had ‘free time’ he would go out to look for more work. Even after a long, arduous day of work outside in the Texas heat, he made whatever time we could spend together special. WIth him everything seemed great, as if there were never problems, as if we were a normal family . I have come to realize that he sacrificed a lot for me and

n I was 9 years old. I lived with my younger brothers james and my mother mary. We lived in Norwich on a farm. It was a beautiful place with fresh air and lots of crops.I had lived there my whole life until we had to move. One Day I was sitting in the kitchen cleaning the harvested vegetables for lunch and dinner when my mother came in saying we had to move immediately. She said that a rich man bought our land and we could no longer live there or work there. After a day in packing the next day we moved to manchester. My mother had heard there was jobs there and even me and my brother could work for some extra money.