Today, I am currently dealing with a new cheese and old cheese situation. I originally wrote this paper about switching to another high school after my freshman year, but my paper was lost when I had a car accident. So, I decided to write my new paper on how that accident has changed my life and how the book is helping me get through it. On Wednesday, December 30, 2016, at approximately 2:30pm my life changed. I was driving to College Station when all of a sudden my car caught some loose gravel and I lost control of my car. I managed to make it safe past the first bridge, but car went off the road and started flipping until I went off the second bridge into a ravine. Since, I was stuck upside down the water went over my head first, which
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I went to pick up the car in the morning and my grandfather passed away the same night. That car was my dream car since I was 6 years old. I did what parents told me to do since then in hope that when the day comes for me to get a car, I would get a Mustang. When it was around that time, I spent 2 years researching the car and I wrote a 15 page paper on why it would be a great fit for me. That car became my cheese and I had planned for it to stay that way for a long time. I didn’t feel like I was getting lazy or entitled, but after I realized how much I had taken the cheese for granted. I would say that I am a mix between Hem and Haw. Like Hem, I am currently in the struggle of accepting that my cheese is gone and never coming back. Like Haw, I am starting to laugh at myself for being so focused on the cheese that I wasn’t thinking about myself. I have people telling me that it is a blessing that I am alive and that everything I had was irreplaceable, but me. I know that I am blessed to be alive, but because I had an emotional attachment, I feel like I lost a part of me when I lost my cheese. I am currently living the quote, “He asked himself those some questions too many times and felt the fears again that kept him where he was.” I keep asking myself what did I do wrong? Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve …show more content…
I know that when I stop being afraid, great things will happen. I know I will start to be happier and I might even find a new cheese that was better. I am just blocked by the fact that the car was my dream cheese and I’m afraid that my new cheese won’t be as great as that one. The car I get might not be great, it might be like the little scraps that Haw found to get me by. I know that my car wasn’t my grandfather and I probably should have been less afraid to let him go when he passed. I probably would feel less of a loss and it might have made it easier on me to let it go. Either way, the situation has changed and I am going to need to adapt. Life moves on and I need to move on with it. I am lucky to be alive and that is all that
I went to pick up the car in the morning and my grandfather passed away the same night. That car was my dream car since I was 6 years old. I did what parents told me to do since then in hope that when the day comes for me to get a car, I would get a Mustang. When it was around that time, I spent 2 years researching the car and I wrote a 15 page paper on why it would be a great fit for me. That car became my cheese and I had planned for it to stay that way for a long time. I didn’t feel like I was getting lazy or entitled, but after I realized how much I had taken the cheese for granted. I would say that I am a mix between Hem and Haw. Like Hem, I am currently in the struggle of accepting that my cheese is gone and never coming back. Like Haw, I am starting to laugh at myself for being so focused on the cheese that I wasn’t thinking about myself. I have people telling me that it is a blessing that I am alive and that everything I had was irreplaceable, but me. I know that I am blessed to be alive, but because I had an emotional attachment, I feel like I lost a part of me when I lost my cheese. I am currently living the quote, “He asked himself those some questions too many times and felt the fears again that kept him where he was.” I keep asking myself what did I do wrong? Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve …show more content…
I know that when I stop being afraid, great things will happen. I know I will start to be happier and I might even find a new cheese that was better. I am just blocked by the fact that the car was my dream cheese and I’m afraid that my new cheese won’t be as great as that one. The car I get might not be great, it might be like the little scraps that Haw found to get me by. I know that my car wasn’t my grandfather and I probably should have been less afraid to let him go when he passed. I probably would feel less of a loss and it might have made it easier on me to let it go. Either way, the situation has changed and I am going to need to adapt. Life moves on and I need to move on with it. I am lucky to be alive and that is all that