Growing up my mother and I had a very difficult relationship, it was a very difficult time in my life. We went through a lot of fights, name calling, hurtful words, wishing each other ill and pain. Growing up my mother used to verbally abuse me by calling me all kinds of names, criticized the way I looked and parts of my body. I was either too fat or too skinny but I was never good enough for her.…
As a military child, I left the United States with my family at the age of five and spent eight years living overseas at duty stations in Japan, Germany, and Italy. We traveled extensively during vacations to over 20 different countries. As a result, I claim proficiency in ordering french fries and apple juice in several different languages. Although moving has brought me some misfortune, and many people would say that living overseas qualifies as adversity, I never felt it was such.…
A.I believe the most challenging aspect of working in protective services would be not letting your career consume you physically and mentally. Knowing that there's such a great need out there and you're not always able to help when you want to,would be the most challenging aspect to me . You wouldn't think that it affects you, but it does. The emotional strain of the job and the desire to want to help everyone can be overwhelming.…
The first of many problems started with my mother from the time I was born. My mother and her parents did not have a stable relationship, so very seldom did I get to see my grandparents. I virtually had no contact with family outside of my mother and my siblings. She had so many different boyfriends throughout my childhood that we moved houses four different times, one including a different…
Beginning junior year, I occupied myself with the most constructive investment in my life. My daily routine was bland, but oddly hailed as the ultimate path to victory. I was learning in school, but the learning lacked meaning. Plot lines and mathematical formulas were unavailing ideas, which I tepidly regurgitated. I concluded that a life permeated with monotonous toil was not worth celebrating on my day of judgment.…
Many times her boyfriend stayed over, and they taught me how to roll marijuana and make cocktails with Jack Daniels and coke. My mother was gone a lot. She was either at work or the bar; I did not know the difference. I was scared alone at home many nights. Her boyfriend made inappropriate gestures in front of me.…
Technology has developed so much over the years that we have relied on it so much. Technology is used in pretty much everything we use nowadays. Living in a neighborhood was the greatest advantage, but having kids the same age as I was even better. There was never a time we weren't outside: rain, shine, snow, miserably cold, or even scorchingly hot. There was 4 of us: 3 girls and 1 guy, all around the same age.…
Life started getting rough for me around the time that my dad was terminated (11/10/2016). Everything seems to be coming at me all at once. Asides from studying for finals, I was also focused on working two jobs because everything in the house became my responsibility. Mortgage became my responsibility, bills became mine, car loans became mine, expenses in the house became mine as well. I became the support system for my family, both emotionally and financially.…
This track season was the best time of my life, but it went by way too fast. I had no clue what any of the events were, but I caught on very fast because I started training with my cousin, He set the High School record for discus and still has it today. We started to work on throwing shot, and I got very good because we would work on my form for hours and because of that I was the best thrower the whole season. If you look at me compared to other throwers, I look very scrawny. I got 1st in most of my meets, but sometimes we would go against this one kid from Washington Middle and he looked like he was on steroids or something, he had a mustache too.…
Seeing that my mom in other words wasn’t ready to “grow up” my father and mother parted ways after my first birthday. After the split, I lived with my mom for the next two years, while she was struggling with drug addiction. Her excessive habits eventually resulted in…
Perched on the raft, I was paddling as hard as I could. Six others and I were traveling down a huge river with plenty of sharp rocks and a strong current. Before I knew it, I had fallen off into the choppy water. I bobbed my soaked head out of the water to see my friends all laughing. I smiled back as I climbed myself back up onto the raft.…
Life can be: harsh, cruel, unforgiving, troublesome; you could change that one word to any other adjective and deep down you could still feel that everything is unfair. To some that feeling is a weight that can drag you down and drown you from the inside out. Life isn't good to everyone and it's certainly not going to be fair all the time, it's an unknown concept. Some people think that when life drags them down, and they suffer with their emotions and their thoughts and their hearts at night that they're weak, because they can't survive. But no armor came out of a battle unscathed, because scratches, dents, and deformations showed strength in time.…
Ever since I was in elementary school, my siblings have always been near. If I had a problem in school or with a teacher,they helped me with my troubles. Their protection followed me throughout middle school. I had a permanent shield by my side so,you can imagine how drastic it was for me when my sister and brother ended up going to the same high school together and I could not follow.…
Prompt #1 I work with this girl named Nicole; she is pretty, has really nice clothes, and is great at her job. When she first started working at my job, Elizabeth’s Pizza, I thought of her as the stereotypical rich white girl. She seemed kind of rude and like she could not care less about much besides partying, which she briefly spoke with me about after I tried to talk to her about personal aspects of her life to get to know her better. She would talk to me about one of our co-workers, who I was somewhat friends with, and would brag on and on about how they were great friends and hung out all the time. This did not make me jealous, but did bother because I knew that was her purpose.…
My moms drinking got worse, and she began mentally abusing me. She would call me fat, ugly, and a whore daily. She broke me down to nothing, and I believed that was all, I was nothing. My father would tell my younger brother when he would cry about the separation, “mommy and daddy would still be together, if Hayley wouldn’t have shown your mom my messages. This drew a wedge between not only my brother and I, however my father and I to.…