My Experience Of My Life

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

When I heard the engines starting, my eyelids collapsed and took slow breaths to not hyperventilate . I was nine. I inhaled sharply, and my hands gripped my mom’s arm tight as fear of death washes over me. I don't want to die. God don't let me die. Next thing I knew, we were high up in the sky. I looked out the window, wispy clouds dancing in the air. July 2, 2009 was when I boarded the flight to the U.S. As the plane skidded to a halt on the runway, I knew my life would be different.

Until I was eight-years-old, I had a relatively typical family: a mom, dad, two younger sisters, one younger brother, and two dogs. I was goal-oriented and determined even as a young girl; I had my life figured out for the next ten years. I had a strong sense of who I was, but one June day, I began the arduous process of redefining my plans and sense of self.

It was my junior year on a regular Thursday afternoon in my social studies class. Or I thought it was a regular day. I had a boyfriend at the time and I was in love. Or so I thought. He would always walk me to my classes and be there when I needed him to be. So this day, I woke up to the sun shining through my window and the birds singing a song. It was going to be a good day. I got dressed and went to the bus stop, because I wasn’t driving at the time, and waited for the bus and got on. I arrived at school about five minutes after I got on the bus because I did not live that far away from my High School.

This was it. Everything I had ever done had led up to this weekend, to this moment. All the hard work, all the supporting roles, all the learning from people older than me. I was finally ready to have my chance to be in the light. I remember pacing back and forth with smell of fresh paint in my nose, the stage having been painted the day before. My hands were shaking. I kept checking my arms to make sure I had not sweat through my costume. I kept running the opening monologue in my head, hoping and praying I did not forget anything. Then the time came. The lights had gone out and I could still hear the murmur of people talking as I stepped out on stage.

I am currently living in San Antonio,Texas, but I was born in Wichita, Kansas. The city Wichita is a much smaller than San Antonio, so life was extremely different than here. The city was calm and quiet, not much really happened so I was allowed to venture out and explore.My elementary school was only walking distance from my home,meaning I could travel to and from school without any problems. While I walked home, my mom would always have something ready to eat the moment we walked in the door. My mother has always been a affectionate woman. She has a friendly heart, but will raise her voice if she needs to. She and my father would always teach us right from wrong and showed us that when someone was mean, kill them with kindness. My father is a hard working man and tries his best to get along with everyone. He exceeds at his work to make sure that we are better off than he was as a child. No matter how exhausted he is after a day's work, he always takes the time to talk to us and make sure we are doing good. He pushes us to always try our best and is always providing support. He always tells me that I am intelligent, but for my sister, he supports her in a different way; she is not as skilled and keeping information. So my parents help her study. My sister is five years younger than me,so we don't always get along. She is loud and annoying, but can also be caring when she has to be.When she was in elementary school, she always came home saying how much she loved it. It

Waiting at the bach I wait for the family to turn up. The sun is shining on the lake and reflecting back, with the gorgeous different greens in the background. I think to myself on how great and peaceful this holiday is going to be. As the siblings turn up it becomes more exciting and eventful. All the plans of what we are going to do, get thrown around, everyone is smiling with enjoyment and laughter. Butterflies in my stomach are going crazy, flying everywhere, I stop and wonder where dad could be but then I think ‘oh, he’s probably just stopped for some food on the way down’.

The day was quiet, like it usually was. A melancholy day where all colors just seem to blind itself. To see space the way it was it; it was surreal. Time dilation, the world walked just a bit slower than me. Well, I was always like. Hmm you have that feeling like you are sitting in the waiting room? Yeah it like that, but with my whole life. To be honest, it seem to be a blur, rushing blushing, flashing in my mind; one idea bounces to the next and goes to another. That would be all fine and dandy if my mind didn’t wander off into a place of disappearing. I don’t fear death, I fear myself. Well before I get into I might as well tell you how I got into this interesting state. I was born in Virginia, But I moved to South Dakota when I was relatively very young. I have no brothers, no sisters neither. I learned early on that my life was fated to be alone from the very beginning. I was apart of a twin but my identical twin sister, was announced stillborn few minutes after I was born. I still have thoughts up to this day of what could she be, eh I know that unhealthy, but hey its natural,. But soon after that my mom a beautiful, enchanting women with crystal blue eyes, and golden blonde hair ran away with another man, she was young and had her whole life ahead of her, about the age of 26, and had no ring chain to hold her down. I don’t blame her the man she ran off with was more handsome, richer, and actually loved her. My father on the other hand was a repulsive drunk that, would

As a nine year old girl, I didn’t think much about life and what the future held for me. I mostly thought about riding my pony, playing with my friends at school, and playing on my family’s farm. I didn't think much about how quickly my life could completely change at any minute.

Almost a year ago, August 2016 was one of the most exciting times of My life. I was a recent high school graduate and that past March I had been accepted into the Faculty of Education at the UoW in Manitoba. So, august was a busy month for me, basically everyday I hung out with my friends watched every single YouTube video related to college, and began packing up my room for the move from Dartmouth NS to Winnipeg MB. I had previously already picked my courses for the 2016/1017 year and now I was looking up textbooks and looking up my professors on rate my professor .com, highly recommend. my whole senior year of HS I was so excited to be moving and taking this new ‘chapter in my life. September couldn’t come fast enough. The end of august came and I had packed up and left my home, and my family. The journey to Winnipeg was thrilling and tiring, but I landed safely and I walked out to my auntie Robyn waiting for me, she had come with her sister, my Auntie Leslie (more on her later *eye roll emoji*) they helped me load the truck and off we were to see my new home, well my room. I was about to begin my dorm life, in Lions Manor floor 4. My aunts helped me unpack something’s, but later left me to settle. Which was fine by me, I was so excited to make this room mine. I had posters and pictures and cute bedding. It only took me the rest of the week to fully unpack and mesh with how small my room was.

I tend to believe that my life has been fortunate compared to families in other places of the world, but also similar to many of those families. I was born in Hidalgo, Texas to a poor, low-income family. I lived in Reynosa, Mexico for the first four years of my life where I learned to speak Spanish and basic knowledge thanks to my mother. Since I was the first born, my parents have always been overprotective of me. When my sister was born in 2004, we moved to Pharr, Texas, where my parents built a house. My father worked long hours day after day to be able to provide for us while my mother took care of us and the house as a housewife.

Recently I found myself without a reason to live anymore. I’m not sure when it all started, but four months ago in the room of a hotel, I found myself sitting in a desk, writing a suicidal letter. I didn’t really want to end my life, I simply wanted to get rid of this pain. It was more of an agony what I was dealing with. I had no dreams. I had no ambitions. And I knew that what I was about to do was going to hurt. My future shrank down to this day, these last couple of hours in this hotel room in the middle of nowhere. At this point I didn’t really care, I was living a life that didn’t even belong to me anymore.

I was born in the town called ‘Gang-Seo’ which is the western side of the river that passes through the capital of South Korea. I used to hang around with my friends at the small park that is located on the back side of the old white apartment complex where I lived. When I turned six years old, my family moved into the town called ‘Gang-Nam’ is the southern side of the river. The atmosphere was really different from where I had lived, since all of my new friends went to private institutions after school. I couldn’t communicate and play with my friends for a long time, since I didn’t go to those places. I felt lonely. I didn’t have much time to have a conversation in my home either, because my brother, who is seven years older than I, do always stayed outside until the late evening and my parents both worked at the time. But there was a person who made me smile sometimes: my grandmother. She used to tell me a lot of her old-time stories and play pranks on me, all the time such as making me try weird food which she improvised and answering my questions with annoying wordplay that I couldn’t understand. To me, she wasn’t just grandmother, also my best friend.

As I look back at my life there is only one instance where something happened to me that was so incredibly important then but it does not matter to me anymore. I was about to enter junior high school at St. Joseph catholic school in Sylvania. My parents came to me with a very serious look on their faces. My mother took me by the hand and told me to go sit down in the in the living room.

My personal life has had many twists and turns that have shaped my life and my view on language as an individual. My life began growing up in a mixed family household: my mother being born in Jordan and moving to the United States when she was young, and my father who has lived in the United States. Growing up in a mixed household I only spoke English and I rarely heard any Arabic in my life. I would only know hear Arabic when I did something wrong or when we were spending time with my mother’s side of the family. While I was very influenced by Arabic culture I was not submerged in the culture so I did not understand all the complexities of Arabic culture in the US. If I grew up in a household where Arabic was spoken regularly (maybe not