A Day in My Life Essay

September 11th, 2001 was the day my life changed forever. I was only 5, but I remember it like it was yesterday. That Tuesday morning, I lost one of the most important people in my life, my dad. I was little at the time so didn’t really understand the meaning of death, but I knew something bad had happened. I remember coming home from school that day to my grandparents and my mom watching the news. I remember seeing the towers burning on the TV. I knew my dad was worked in the building, at the…

September 1, 1939. The day the war first began. This is the day that changed my life and my families life forever. I grew up in a small family with just my mother, dad, and my little baby brother. I was seventeen years old. I had my whole life ahead of me, or so I thought. Little did I know that one man was going to change my life forever and millions of other people's lives. After the war started, my family went into hiding for four years because we were a Jewish family. My parents said that…

May 29th, 2011 was the day my life changed forever. I had just turned 20 years old and was enrolled in college to be a dental hygienist. I had a funny feeling that something within me was very different; my friends told me not to worry about it, that it was nothing. I took the test anyways and stared at it in disbelief that the results were what I dreaded, positive. I quickly took another test in hopes that the first was faulty, and to no avail, it too had come out positive. I was pregnant. I…

“Write about the happiest day of your life,” the teacher said. This is the edict repeated in the classrooms, passed down the generations, every primary one student’s rite of passage. It is the only the beginning. As the years pass by, the prompts expand and multiply, different remixes of the same broken record: Write about your family. Write about a school experience. Write. Write. Write. Ten years on, and I am tired of writing. There are only so many relatives you can have, only so many…

it was yesterday. The day my life turned upside down and went up in flames. It was a day that I will never forget in a million years. The events that happened not only changed my life but affected my whole family. It was the day I lost my grandma.That day I learned to appreciate the time you have with your loved ones because you never know when the hourglass will run out of sand. December 4th, 2012 started as a normal day. I never knew how much my life would change that day. I was 11 years old…

shade. My entire body seemed to burning. My shaking hands lifted my aching body from the dirt. My skin was no longer this pale color, but instead was as red as a lobster. There was also dirt covering every part of my body. How it got up my pants? I have no clue, but it was rubbing my skin the wrong way. My eyes traveled to the two large bite marks on my right arm, and my left leg. The blood had congealed, but the dirt was creating this yellow tint around the marks. I tear off the sleeves of my…

My nonconformity day begun early, as I had to pass the exams on the courses with my group. During the whole week, I have been living with my grandmother, who cannot walk due to illness and with my cat, while parents have left for the seaside. Thus, at home I have little communication, while external word is full of it. As I am living in my parents’ house now, this week is poor for vivid communication and interactions. When I woke up, I was alone in the house as usual, so it did not take much…

almost to the exact date. Eight year-old me walked in to my class on the first day of third grade. I was nervous, just like any first day of school. I looked around at my fellow classmates. Some people I recognized, others I didn't. Then, there was this one girl I saw. She was tall, had long hair, and had this smile that just made you feel happy too when you saw it. I didn't think there was anything all that special about her, but life has a way of pairing you up with people you would never…

March 15, 2001, the day that changed my families life, and forced me to grow up faster than usual. I was no longer the youngest child, no longer the baby of the family, I was now the middle sister, the older sister, a sister that my baby brother, Kevin now had to look up to for support, guidance, and maturity. I am the middle child of 5 children between my mom and dad. My dad has 5 kids including myself, but my mom only has three. Two older sisters, and two younger brothers, places my right in…

with a broken wrist and a concussion. It hurts my head too much to even think about what happen but I can’t control the frustrated thoughts racing through my mind. Tears are pouring out of my eyes like a faucet that cannot be shut off. As if I am 5 years old, the doctor tries to cheer me up by excitingly asking what color I want my cast to be. I muttered black while I reached my arm out so that the doctor could start wrapping. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall because…