Personal Narrative: My Growin Growing Up

My growth as a writer has been going uphill since the very first mini paper. I came to Heartland Community College thinking, I was an okay writer. They told me when I took the placement test I wrote a college level but I didn’t see it myself. I would look at other classmates work and be kind of upset with myself for not making the same choices they did. Maybe I could have changed a word or maybe talked about a different subject and try to not go off topic so much. Well if it wasn’t a Gladwell paper because he tends to go off topic in his papers. The break up letter took me so long to do, I was so nervous because I didn’t want to sound like a high school kid and get a bad great for not pushing myself to the next level.

Where I come from it's taking pride in your yard, knowing every single one of your neighbors, and leaving doors unlocked because there isn’t a thing to worry about. I find comfort in that small town feel, and I am more than proud to be from good ol’ Warrenton, Indiana. Here, we are just a wee bit shy of being big enough to be on a map, but we have a name and we have town lines. Within those lines nearly two hundred people have found a home, and thanks to Mr.Dave Gruible our community is steadily flourishing. There are now three subdivisions on the rise in addition to the church, salon, family restaurant, and campgrounds that nestled into the area years ago.

Growing up as the middle child, having an older sister and younger brother, one would think that being in the middle, one might gradually gravitate to the older sibling, because of the older sibling being the same sex as you are, such as playing with dolls, dressing up the dolls or simply playing dress up with each other; however, that was not the case. I admired my sisters admirations of wanting to have a close relationship with me, the mere dream of having someone to dress up, to braid each-others hair; came to mind at times, but running around in the mud and playing sports was more appealing and more that meets the eye. Growing up I gravitated towards my brother, we were one grade difference in grade school, and only eleven months apart in age. Hanging out with my brother was awesome, similar friends, similar age groups, we all enjoyed running around, getting muddy, or simply the art of video gaming. Back in the day the computer game The Sims was quite popular as well, we both enjoyed playing that for hours, instead of doing our homework and focusing on our studies, not much worry for a pre-teen to teenager at that time. Then there was that time in grade school, my father would drop off the three of us to the morning care at the school prior to school starting, the morning-care took place in the gynmasium at the school. I distincively remember my brother and I would bring our Pok'emon cards to school and pull them out in the morning, to try to battle with the other students, and one day that

Growing up singing has always been my talent. Country and Pop music, at the time, were genres I sang well. It was seventh grade year when I was told by a judge, "A good singer can sing one genre well, but a great singer can sing multiple genres well". It was then on I have a women in my town that gives me personal lessons to extend my singing talent. I have gotten all ones my first three years in high school, and still striving to accomplish another one rating.

1D. Since I was a guy and It was a little harder for me to get along with them because at that age other boys were trying to be better than each other and since I couldn’t do something they thought they were better than me. When it came to the girls, they really didn’t wanted to hang out with the boys so many of them didn’t really talk to me. The girl that supposed to help me only help me because they told her to do it and since I was a guy she was kind of shy to talk to me.

14 years of age and still growing. I would say that I’ve experienced being adult, but I’ve got 4 more years for that. What I have experienced is my coming of age,and transforming over my years of life. Typically, being the outgoing person I am today, you would think I’m an interesting person, doing a lot of fun things. I’m actually not though. Besides the fact that I’m a troublemaker and a person that doesn’t really make a lot of friends now that I am older. My only close friends are from when I was younger. I find it harder for me to make more friends now that I am in Highschool. I also find it easier for me to work better, harder, and more efficient on any of my school work. That’s just about me now. I’ll tell you how I succeeded on who I am today, and the obstacles it took me to get here.

As if indicative of a new chapter of my life my kidneys ceased functioning almost immediately as I entered college. Although I’d been listed in several kidney transplant registries, it was made utterly clear that the wait for a transplant would be long. With no living donor and no time, I started dialysis. My college career was marred with stress from multiple surgical and medical complications and I graduated while still on dialysis. Yet, like Sisyphus, I pushed forward despite the stress and burden. After 5 years of dialysis I was called on 4/6/13 with a transplant match.

On Friday, March 4 around 2:15pm my friend Iris and I decided to drive around to look for a park with children interacting to start our observations. We visited around six parks that varied on their components and locations but had no luck of three children interacting with each other. Most of the them were empty and the few other ones had a few children interacting more with parents or by themselves than with other children. At this point we reasoned that children must be in school causing the parks to be empty.

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

Growing up as a kid, I had a hard time focusing and staying still. I was fidgety and procrastinated everything till the last minute. Chores, homework, you name it, if it could wait until later, I’d being doing it later. I learned this terrible habit from watching my dad put off cleaning out our garage for the last 19 years of my life. So when I think of reading an entire book or having to write a paper, I immediately get a little anxiety knowing I won’t attack it piece by piece like I should. Pair this with a restless kid with an attention span of a rock and you can understand why I chose to play sports and video games instead of reading. That was until I found my first good book.

Change is the constant thing in the world. From infancy till now many dramatic changes take place in my life physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically intellectually etc.

Good morning! I hope you slept well, I might need a cat nap. Perhaps tonight Ill get back into the swing of going to bed before 12, JEREMY you know I literally stare at your picture going to sleep. Once you are in bed the laptop stays in the living room. I did figure out I can zoom in though. Have you ever tried to cuddle with a laptop? I might count the blocks on your shirt if I get bored. I couldn't move up my appointment next Thursday to this Friday. blah.

People have challenges, they have an obligation to overcome constantly, whether it be; school, the daily grind, going out in public, or simply making it through their day. Here is what I have overcome as a child all the way from when I was probably around 5 until I was about 10, so about five years. During this time, CPS came around about three or four times. Due to this, one time I was at an elementary track meet and I was about to go to my favorite event, but, before I could go to my event, I got called into a room considering CPS was there to talk to me. The principal got in touch with my mother and she didn’t have any other choice except to pick me up. As we were leaving, the man followed us to our house for the reason that he wanted to inspect the house. When the man left, my sister and I got screamed at by

Growing up is never easy. Everyone, from the moment we’re born to the moment we leave to fend for ourselves, is told how to be themselves; how to act, talk, walk, think, feel, and believe. Eventually we reach a point in our lives where we figure out how to live for ourselves rather than blindly accepting what we’re told. We begin to discover ourselves as life progresses, learning about our passions, talents, strengths, weaknesses, and orientations. Growing up is never easy, but it’s an uphill battle when it comes to accepting and dealing with a differing sexual and romantic orientation. Trudging through a flurry of mental illnesses, nights of emotionally charged arguments and deafening yells thrown between relatives, self-image issues due to

Growing up, I never really liked children. From the crying over no reason to the whiny voices of deceitful little monsters, the feeling of overwhelmness and depression seemed to rush into me instantaneously whenever I was near one. I dreaded helping out in the nursery during Relief Society Enrichments and yearned to be free when I was stuck babysitting hyper little ones who did not seem to know what an indoor voice was and was all too familiar with screaming. The thought of having kids, let alone being near them was a nightmare. As I saw my peers coo and fuss over a first grader (who seemed to me, knew just the kind of power he had) for hours, I wandered how anyone could be so fascinated by a simple child. It was not until my Junior year that I received more than just that answer.