When we moved back to Los Fresnos, my mom would take my brother and I to the library in the summer at the beginning of my sixth grade year. I remember the first time my mother took my brother and I to the library. The long rows of bookshelves were a true sight to behold. In that instant, it was as if my mom read my mind. “Now, let’s go get you two your first library card.”…
A universal theme for me moving from Texas to California is overcoming. I was 8 years old when my family moved, and had to overcome knowing no one, a new school, and being out of my comfort zone. At this age you tend to start making good friends, all hang out in groups, and be less adventurous. My parents kept saying, “Find people who like the same things as you, and everything else will be easy”. The next week I did just that.…
My 3rd trip to California was probably the best time of my life. My family and I went last year during spring break. We took a 16 hour drive to our hotel, which had a bunk bed where I got to sleep top bunk. That night we got the best Domino’s pizza I ever had.…
I was finally in San Diego felt like my heart was going to explode that’s what I thought that what we would do when we got there. We were supposed to move to San Diego. My jaw dropped in shock we would move to our new home and to see my dad at our house my dad already went to the house to check it out to see if it has any problem with the YAY!…
People everywhere go through various experiences in their lives. Whether these experiences are big or small, they affect us in some way. The results of these experiences can be good or bad, or a little bit of both, but either way they shape our lives. The biggest life experience I’ve ever gone through is my move to California. Although this only happened about a year ago, it was a huge change for me because I left so much behind for an unknown future.…
Finally, my dad said “We’re going to move to California.” My brother was yelping with joy. He always hated New York's Weather; he hated to cold. As for me, I didn’t care either way. I could still do the same things at home in California.…
The life I had in Fresno, California seemed perfectly fine. I grew up as the only child and fatherless, With a single mother struggling for ends meet moving house to house living with family members and friends not knowing if we had a place to stay the next night. At the age of eight we were evicted from our apartment, for caring for my older cousin Brittney, next we moved in with my aunt. 3 1/2 months later we found our own place and finally were financially situated. At the age of nine my mom finally met someone she felt compatible with - he lived with us for a couple years then we all decided to move to a bigger place.…
Private Prompt #1(300 - 500 words) Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations. I was born in San Diego California. Growing up in a divorced family and being an only child wasn’t always easy. At the age of 8, my parents divorced and my depression kicked in. I don’t remember much of my childhood before that, but I do remember the fights.…
When I was younger, my parents always bragged how I was a quiet and obedient child. Growing up in a small town of Tennessee and Illinois, where there were more trees than people, you knew everyone. Everyone knew you. Life was simple back then. Everything changed after moving to California, with massive schools, more people, and bigger houses.…
As soon as I walked through my door, I began looking for all of my Trump products. I was burning them all! I looked through my closet, all my drawers, cabinets, everything. I found Trump shirts, hats, sweaters, cups, blankets, pretty much anything that you could think of. I grabbed it all and through it into the fireplace that was already blazing with fire.…
Greetings, Class of 2023. Today, we get to celebrate the culmination of our thirteen years of hard work in school with graduation, and I have been asked to deliver this year’s commencement speech. I would like to thank all of the people that have brought us here: family members, teachers, principals, and people who would go out of their way to encourage us to keep trying hard even in the midst of failure. Without you, we would not be standing on this stage today. I would like to start by defining the word “commencement.”…
Growing up, I was not a child who wanted to go out to play and get messy. Instead, I would much rather stay home reading, drawing, or watching movies. The older I got, the more and more I refused to go out which really bugged my parents. One day, my aunt asked me if I wanted to go on a little trip to San Diego during the summer and I thought “why not?”. I hadn't been outside of the house for a while, so the 2 hour car ride was a breath of fresh air.…
Throughout my time volunteering with various organizations and in my community I have noticed an insidious increase in the poverty levels of American society. These low to no income families are struggling to survive and the effect has been most profound on their children. Lacking needed funds, these children are often malnourished, living in despicable conditions, without a father in the household and often in the ‘care’ of a distant relative who truly cares little or nothing for the child. Proper education is a luxury and without the necessary guidance, encouragement, and help, crime abounds. When these selfsame children grow up they have few resources to get a job and this inability coupled with the conditions within which they live mean…
I know what many of us are thinking, we are happy summer has finally arrived. Warmer weather, no rain (hopefully it all came in May), cookouts, vacations, no school, and many other activities. Summer seems as a time when we can take a 3 month long break before we kick back into gear in the fall. I would agree, summer is a time to relax and give thanks (I too am making summer plans) but I know sometimes God has other plans for us.…
Graduation was a time to celebrate my achievements, to celebrate growing up and maturing into adulthood, to celebrate my friends and family that guided me along the way, and most importantly to celebrate one chapter coming to an end, and another one just beginning. The night before graduation I could hardly sleep as I knew that my high school career would soon be over. I got up that next morning, took a shower, put my makeup on, straightened my hair, and put my favorite black dress on, only this time I had my chords, cap, and gown to go with it.…