How much can a student fit their entire life and personality into an essay with
650 words or less? People can only perceive what a student portrays. This is my attempt to portray who I am.
I possess the typical story of being raised in a bad neighborhood, the "ghetto" and so forth. I moved out of that environment into a better one. I've tried my best to forget my past and where I came from, but memories creep back into my mind. I compare and contrast every minuscule aspect to my past. I moved from the Fifth Ward to Cypress in first grade, but I was required to return to aide my parents on their liquor store. Chores consisted of moving boxes until you're back cramped, dealing with alcoholic customers and knowing each type of alcohol. Once surrounded by poverty, I believed I would become a spoiled brat, but the experiences was humbling. I'm truly grateful for what I possess and what my parents have done. My family isn't emotional close, but for each bead of sweat my parents have shed, that is the number of times I wish they would feel and embrace my appreciation. The only way I know how is to further expand my knowledge in the future to allow them to retire as soon as possible. I want to pay homage to the Fifth Ward and improve the standard of living and infrastructure. Pay back my friends and loved one for keeping on a path for which I was swerved on countless times. Being raised in a crime ridden neighborhood, moving to a better one, joining Catechism classes, playing football, experiencing parents fighting and death of loved ones have shaped me to become who I am, my identity. Though …show more content…
I’d like to be the person I believe myself to be, but in honesty, I’m not knowledge of who I am yet because I’m still growing and changing. What I have said thus far is who I think I am now, but the next four years I will be a new being. I do not know who I am yet, but I’ll respond when I find
650 words or less? People can only perceive what a student portrays. This is my attempt to portray who I am.
I possess the typical story of being raised in a bad neighborhood, the "ghetto" and so forth. I moved out of that environment into a better one. I've tried my best to forget my past and where I came from, but memories creep back into my mind. I compare and contrast every minuscule aspect to my past. I moved from the Fifth Ward to Cypress in first grade, but I was required to return to aide my parents on their liquor store. Chores consisted of moving boxes until you're back cramped, dealing with alcoholic customers and knowing each type of alcohol. Once surrounded by poverty, I believed I would become a spoiled brat, but the experiences was humbling. I'm truly grateful for what I possess and what my parents have done. My family isn't emotional close, but for each bead of sweat my parents have shed, that is the number of times I wish they would feel and embrace my appreciation. The only way I know how is to further expand my knowledge in the future to allow them to retire as soon as possible. I want to pay homage to the Fifth Ward and improve the standard of living and infrastructure. Pay back my friends and loved one for keeping on a path for which I was swerved on countless times. Being raised in a crime ridden neighborhood, moving to a better one, joining Catechism classes, playing football, experiencing parents fighting and death of loved ones have shaped me to become who I am, my identity. Though …show more content…
I’d like to be the person I believe myself to be, but in honesty, I’m not knowledge of who I am yet because I’m still growing and changing. What I have said thus far is who I think I am now, but the next four years I will be a new being. I do not know who I am yet, but I’ll respond when I find