My Defining Moment In Life

Of course, there is no defining moment in life. Life isn’t a fairytale, the only magic is metaphorical, and there is no “Poof!” moment with instant adulthood attached to it. Many moments could claim ownership to my metamorphosis into a young adult, and perhaps, in their own way, each event did play a part in who I am today, but only one event in my life is the event that I would share as my personal bildungsroman.
It was supposed to be an ordinary day, that September forth, too early to expect a snow day and late enough that the newness of school has faded. September forth was supposed to be ordinary. It seemed I was the only one who knew better. That day both my backpack and heart were heavier. I was bringing my laptop to school for the first time. I don’t know why I finally acquiesced. Maybe it was the constant nagging from my mother telling me to stop acting like a teenager and caring about everyone else’s opinions. Maybe it was the extra work I finally got sick of doing, the rewriting of papers, the at-home typing of tests. Maybe it was my internal voice telling me to grow up and do what was right for me. Whatever the impetus, I was going to school, and I was going to whip out my …show more content…
The problem this time was dysgraphia. Dysgraphia is a learning disability that makes it hard to write, my hands get tired very quickly, and my handwriting is never fully formed once my hands start to cramp. It may be tiny and careful or large and messy, but it’s usually only legible to me and sometimes not even that. This does not bode well in school, but somehow I managed. I took longer on tests to carefully write every word, I came home and typed up my notes that night so I would be able to use them later, and sure, sometimes I had to re-write tests and type up in-class assignments at home, but hey, did anyone have a better