From the time before I could reach the cabinet over the counter in the kitchen until I was a sophomore in high school, I believed everything my parents said to be fact, to be true. I would blindly agree to everything they said, no matter the subject, and I would repeat it with such confidence it would make my parents proud. However, one day in photography sophomore year, I reconnected with a friend from middle school, who introduced me to two of her other friends. The four of us stuck together, whether
much in life growing up, for me I was raised with the notion of do good in school, make money and that nothing else mattered at least that's what my parents taught me. So, throughout my life I've always done my schoolwork as needed and went home and slept, it was an infinite cycle of eat, work, sleep and repeat. It was almost like I was pushing a boulder up a mountain only to let it roll down to the bottom and do it all over again. I was oblivious to banality of my life, satisfied with my quality
I have struggled with in my life, and still struggle with today. However, this struggle has turned me into a stronger person. I have grown and learned to love myself as a result of finding my identity. This part of myself plays a large role in my life, and I feel that I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it. Growing up knowing that I was gay has presented many struggles in my life. The first time the thought crossed my mind was around sixth grade. I told one of my friends that I thought I
make others smile. My smile has the ability to make someone feel safe, brighten their day or let them know they brighten my day. My ability to smile in the muddle headed, and sometimes hard situations is something that makes me happy. Nearly a year ago, I sustained a concussion during cheering and school became taxing, difficult and dreaded. Math, a subject I had always understood and loved suddenly frustrated me. I couldn’t understand, retain or Mrs.Wilson, who soon became my favorite math teacher
My hard work paid off. Ever since I was young, my father always told me that my hard work will pay off. He said that if I work hard enough at what I do, in the long run, I will be satisfied. I never really believed my father when he said these things because I always thought he was wrong. Now that I am older, I know that he was right all along. I have been playing soccer since I was six years old and starting soccer was one of the smartest decisions I have ever made. Playing soccer almost my whole
suffer from from chronic pain at a cost of $600 million a year in medical and lost productivity, according to a report from the Institute of Medicine (IOM)." (Boyles). Pain typically has a physical connotation, the first two definitions in the dictionary refer to physical pain, but what about emotional pain? Pain is not only physical, there is also emotional pain that can do just as much damage to a person. Pain is present in everyone's life, though we may not be able to see it, we all experience it
experiencing mental and physical pain like sleep depervation and are giving up important family time for homework. B. Why audience should care: Children and teens, like you, are losing experiences because students are spending too much of their 13+ years of school worrying about schoolwork and trying to fit in all their out of school activities in the afternoon. In Encounter, Chris Ellsasser, an English teacher, wrote an article called, Do the Math, in 2007. He interviewed an student, Maisha, and learned
did not experience a typical childhood when I begin to compare mine with other teenagers. My mother’s pregnancy was considered controversial due to the fact that she was 16 years old and in an interracial relationship. I visited my father’s family in Mexico so often I practically lived there until I started school here in Nashville, Tennessee. Growing up in poverty gave me the opportunity to constantly expand my imagination and creativity by using cheap art supplies and books to entertain myself. Looking
As I sat at the table, in the crisp autumn air, I found myself thinking back over the prior year. Many people could think back three, five, maybe even ten years, but for whatever reason details about my life prior to high school slip away from me. Here I was, a junior, sitting at a Halloween festival. Never thought I’d be here. The penultimate year of “childhood”; although it certainly didn't feel like it. Too much responsibility here, too little there, all the anxiety of adulthood with none of the
Racism, everyone has experienced it at least once in their life and some even more. It’s something that has clouded this country ever since the signing of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, to the Civil War, and to the controversy of police violence and the Baltimore riots. Some people today argue that racism is dead but others beg to differ. I personally have experienced racism in my life. I am a quarter Korean, a quarter Black, and half white but the only things that show are the