A Day in My Life Essay

I remember it like it was yesterday, but it was years ago. Eight years, two months, and five days to be exact. It happened so quickly, but I seemed to remember everything. I hate remembering that day. It was the scariest day of my entire life. On July 23, 2011, I was in a car wreck, and it was the most terrifying moment of my life. I woke up in an unfamiliar room. The pillow was too soft, the mattress was too comfortable, and the lights were too bright. I realized I wasn’t home. There was a…

can be many days in someone’s life, were one day can change their lives. Sometimes these days are tragic, like a horrific car accident or they can be a positive change, like being at the right place at the right time, and meeting your soulmate. This for me is one of those days that positively changed my life. My Brother and I were waiting for our Dad to pick us up for his weekend with us in our usual meeting spot. “Tag, your it,” as I tagged my brother. “Children stop running around,” My Mother…

“If today were the last day of your life would you want to do what you are about to do today?” In my context of life the above question determines whether a man is successful or not. I believe to achieve success; we need to love what we do. I always wanted to be successful in every stage of my life so I decided to do what I love. During my schooling I was able to develop good problem solving skills, a natural sense of logic, which secured me a place in GITAM University, one among…

coming in from the ocean. It is without a doubt the most gorgeous day I can remember in my life. Ironically, it is also the first day I can remember. It was my second day of preschool, my parents woke me up bright and early to get ready. I was excited to go and see all the friends I had made on my first day. My family and I quickly ate breakfast and I fastened myself into my car seat. On the way, I could catch a glimpse outside my car window of what I now know is the New York City skyline. Two…

blistery day when I was born on January 28th 1997. I was supposed to be born a month later, but that was not the case, as my mother Jill had to undergo a c section to have me. I was born a whopping 5 pounds, and had to immediately be transported via helicopter from the St. Peter hospital to the children’s hospital in the cities. My parents always joke that I was costing them money right out of birth. I had some lung function issues but I eventually made it out and back home. The doctors told my…

when used correctly, of course! Do I embrace my assets? You betcha! Confidence is sexy, but it’s far too often mistaken for arrogance, which could not be further from the truth in my case. I’m so down to earth and love getting dirt under my nails as much as I love being fitted for the newest Louboutin shoe. Working as an escort in Las Vegas proved to be the perfect fit for me, as I don’t like living life too structured. I was really pushed hard by my parents to achieve lofty academic…

while. I had little to no structure. My mom always wanted me inside. I got tired of being in the house all the time. There was nothing to do at home. All I could do was watch TV and sleep. My mom and her boyfriend were always drinking, drugging, arguing, and physically fighting. That is not a good environment for a child to grow up. This made me feel unsafe and uncomfortable. I began to resent my mother for not being a mother to me. I felt neglected and unloved. My mom never had money to do…

all I really want. I want to be so happy my cheeks are burning because I can not stop smiling, I want that happiness were you have to bite your lips from smiling to much. I am a firm believer everyone deserves a couple euphoric highs of happiness at least a couple times in their life and I have not had many yet, but I think my wedding deserves one of these highs for both my husband and I. I have never been that Disney story book girl, therefore I do not want my wedding to be. I want more of a…

March marks the day that I made a promise that would follow me throughout my entire life. At five years old I was a normal happy little girl running around playing with baby dolls and dressing up. That was until March 2nd 1999. That day marks the day I learned some emotions I had never really felt in my life before. At only five years old I had been sheltered from things that could cause Confusion, Greif, and anger but nobody could shelter me from this. That is the day I lost my best friend.…

straight. When I was a kid I loved my parents without question. When I was a kid I stayed away from anything my dad didn’t like or anything my mother didn’t approve. My music taste belonged to my parents. My look belonged to my parents. I belonged to my parents. When I was a kid I didn’t know who I was, but only who my parents were. With parents like mine, it took a few tries for me to finally become my own person, with one moment in particular shining above the rest of my self-realizations. I…