A Day in My Life Essay

It was a brisk, perfect fall day. I was sitting in my cozy, pink bedroom full of hello kitties. Every nine year old girl’s dream. I thought I was living the perfect, fairytale childhood until I heard some yelling coming from the other room. “You never want to help around the house”, “ All you do is sit your lazy behind on the couch all day.” is all I kept hearing. I didn’t think much of it at first, I just kept saying to myself that they’ll get through it, they love each other. The yelling…

in the morning. On a beautiful sunny, summer, Monday. My least favorite day of the week. I had received a phone call from Northwest Hospital in Seattle, WA. A nice young man with a deep voice told me that there was an open room and to come as soon as possible so I could be prepped for induction. I was almost three and a half weeks over due. After hanging up I just froze. I could not believe the day had arrived. The day I would give birth to my eight-pound seven-ounce baby girl. I then had this…

serious accident a little while ago, and we do not know if he is going to make it.” That was the first thing I heard when I answered my mothers phone call leaving work that night. I remember the night and conversations very clearly, because it was one of the most devastating days of my life. After the phone call all I can remember was bursting into tears and racing towards my car in the parking lot. I jumped in the car crying hysterically and sped off towards the hospital in New Orleans. I got…

summer day. The sky was clear and there was cool light breeze. My family and my friend’s family were having a picnic in our backyard. I played tag with my little brother, Tommy, and my friend, Lucas. After that, we took turns using the tree swing. Then we went to go eat. After we were done eating, we laid on the grass. We stared into the orange sky, while holding a popsicle. When it was near the end of the day, Lucas, and his family left. Me and my brother shared a bedroom and at night my mom…

thought about having any in my near future, so this topic is new to me. I do believe when and if during a pregnancy the discussion of a C-section were to arise; it would be due to current or previous circumstances. I would have the following questions. How will a C-section/drugs used affect my body and my child? Will having a C-section pose complications in future pregnancies? What is the recovery like? Could possible C-section complications affect my day to day life? After reading in our…

they work hard”. There are many Americans that have successfully achieved their version of the American Dream. One of those people is a man by the name of Chris Gardner. Chris Gardner was someone who was a single father and lived a very impoverished life. Another person who achieved the American Dream was Helen Keller. Helen Keller is a girl who got a fever when she was young and went permanently deaf, and blind because of it. Finally, another person who successfully achieved the American Dream…

Memory Mall Friday night and Saturday morning at the annual Relay for Life. The event helped raise money for the American Cancer Society to research the causes and treatments for cancer patients. People from all over Orlando gathered to help stop this disease. The event ran from 6 p.m. Friday to 8 a.m. Saturday and included 879 attendees. Rachael Van Dusen, a senior nursing student said, “Personally my father has had skin cancer, my grandmother had lung cancer, and I’ve had an aunt with…

Growing up as a Vietnamese boy in Tulsa, Oklahoma was difficult. My parents had been recently divorced shortly beefore we made the move from San Jose, California to my current home. My father wanted nothing to do witeh us, so my mother, sister, and I moved to Broken Arrow when I was six years old. My Mom chose to move to Broken Arrow because she had some friends who had also moved here from California a few years before us. She heard of their successes and happiness in this new town, and sehe…

rolled up into one gigantic Incas of pseudo•intellectual adolescent, fancy boarding school beat poet wannabe. I was a moron. I blew off my homework, not because I was lazy, but because I thought that schoolwork was shallow, too insignificant for me, the vivacious intellectual, the dharma bum, the Zen lunatic wanderer. How could my teachers expect me to do homework when life around me was all so futile, so meaningless? I was sure that…

and expect them to treat us good. It was quite logical unless someone acts as if they are being good to us but actually they are just using us for their own deed. Being a youngster I have always thought that friends are an integral part of ones life. Your closest companions are the ones whom you can afford to tell your deepest secrets and expect them to keep it safe. They are supposed to be the people who accept you the way you are, help you, understand you and stand by you for everything…