Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Home

Bam! Bam! Bam! The door slams as my mother screams for my father to let us in, the reek of alcohol filling up my nose as I listen to his slurred words. My mother, brother, sister, and I have just arrived from a trip to see my grandmother in Mexico with no other choice we leave staying at my aunt’s house for two days. For weeks we live in places for abused families, my mother had the overbearing weight of raising three children by herself now. This set a burning desire in me to become someone completely different from the people around me. Growing up in the northern area of Sarasota, Florida there was a constant flow of stories of people becoming addicted to drugs and alcohol or dropping out, toiling to get by. Growing up I had no sense of a home, since the age of five we were constantly moving. Moving seven times in the past ten years due to not having enough money anymore-although my mom worked 3 jobs- or landlords …show more content…
Knowledge was my way of leaving everything around me behind, the myriad of discoveries by scientists that had prevailed gave me a sense of hope. My passion for learning anything I could get a hold of caught the eyes of my teachers. They became parents in a sense as a father figure or a mother figure, cultivating the fire I had to learn and persevere. I found the need to become something my teachers could be proud of, setting my determination to go beyond Sarasota. I’ve become very determined since my middle school days striving to get out of the where I am. My culture is an asset, it gives me something to prove others wrong or their perception of me. My goals are going to college and majoring in Physics (my passion in a passion) and getting into Medical school. I’m determined to become a doctor, researching medicine while also helping people. I’m determined to leave a positive mark on the world, and I believe I can do this best through research in the medical