Last winter, my grandmother got breast cancer. This took a hard toll on my whole family. The doctors said that she was only in stage 2 and that it would be cured with radiation. My grandmother had to go to radiation everyday, 5 days a week. This was extremely difficult on my family.…
I was 23 before I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder. As far back as Elementary school I knew that there was something “off” in the way that I processed information. That my ability to do well academically was somehow hindered by not having certain tools that I needed, tools I wasn’t even aware existed. In high school, I began to augment my deficits with strengths. Where my grades were lacking I made up for it through creativity; I excelled at art and photography.…
A few years ago I remember walking home from school. Mind you I thought I was very handsome back in those days, I had soft, dark brown hair, I went to the gym every day, I was fit and healthy, personally I thought I was a ladies man and I still am (I think). Anyways, I was almost home…
(5:04 am)And the morning starts, and I'm on my way to LA! I feel like I haven't seen my family in forever. I'm sure it's impossible for them to miss me like I miss them. It's just been so long.. and I've been waiting for this day since I left.…
I am an only child meaning my parents were extremely strict and made sure I was within arm’s reach at all times. My friends who had more lenient parents would describe how they would go out alone and it was always a desire of mine to have a sense freedom. Fast-forward to when it was time to go off to college, I decided to live on campus to have a feel of freedom and to become independent since I always felt that a was dependent on my parents. Moving from my home to my dorm was hectic. It was a lot of traveling back and forth because I wanted to make my dorm feel as if I was still at home therefore I brought my whole room to the dorm.…
All The Way down Here A child destined to be an athlete like his father and older brother. My destiny was to pretty much play basketball. If any of my friends were reading this they would be stunned to think that my destiny was to play basketball. In that case their assumption is valid cause I’m short.…
I had never been so nervous. My hands were trembling and my breathing was sporadic. The lights were dimmed. The church pews were filled with shuffling feet and hushed voices.…
It was a cold windy day in late November. It was a typical winter day in Rhode Island. The sky was blue, but the air had a chill to it and you could almost smell the snow arriving. My friends and I stood in a circle lightly bouncing trying to use each others body heat to keep ourselves warm. It has always been our tradition to get to an arena at least an hour before a concert starts and wait for the doors to open.…
When I was younger I always seemed to get into trouble. I found school and home really boring so I did things to make it more exciting. I disobeyed everyone who though they were in charge of me. No one can tell me what to do. My grades were terrible and my social life was not any better.…
I was no more than eleven the first time I’d taken a drag from a cigarette. I remember it like it was yesterday. My younger cousin Patrick was with me, he and I were playing the with Emerson boys who lived down the street. The nine-year-old twin brothers lived in one of the smallest houses on my block. Somehow, their parents had managed to cram four boys, Mrs. Emerson’s parents and themselves into a cramped three-bedroom ranch style home.…
Adventures It was a Saturday at 10:00 a.m. I was biking to my friend, Evan Mestller’s house. The day before we decided to go to a bike trail. The week before two of my friends Drew and Evan found a bike trail.…
I knew I was in trouble after the talent show. Being an exuberant person, when I saw my old friend, Harrison, at a school talent show a few years ago, I felt overjoyed. I lept up from my spot on the bleachers and raced onto the floor, screaming his name as I jumped onto his back. You can already tell where this is going, can’t you? Harrison wasn’t actually Harrison.…
First day of 6th grade. My alarm clock beeped loudly and obnoxiously. I snapped awake, I spun around and looked at my alarm clock it read 7:00am. I jumped out of bed knowing that I had to go into the shower and get ready for school. I turned my show on half way between hot and cold, the room quickly filled up with steam.…
One year ago, on January seventh I learned not to take even some of the worst situations for granted. Sitting in the white minivan, I anxiously waited for my mom who stood on the porch pacing back and forth, while listening to my hungry, screaming little sisters. She received a phone call while we were walking out the door of the oral mouth surgeon, after getting a quote for the total price of the pulling of my sisters wisdom teeth would be. As I watched her, she had kept her back turned towards the wall , and I could feel something way down in the pit of my stomach. I looked back towards her and saw her coming down the stairs to the door to come get in the car, and I could tell she had been crying, even though she had her sunglasses to try and hide it.…
It was the second week of preschool but I was still the new kid. My mom had picked out my clothes and while I was getting dressed I struggled to hold in the tears. The whole car ride over to the Presidio, all I could think about was my great-grandmother, who I had left behind. One after the other, tears ran down my face…