Autobiography Example Essay

Ethical Autobiography In life everyone has a moral compass, this compass is formed by events in the formative years of my life. Some of these events encompass being raised in a christian home. Throughout the years I have been raised to believe sex before marriage is a sin, being present at a party is wrong, and drinking before twenty-one is illegal. In my essay I will be sharing my participation in each one of these topics and how I have learned a lesson from these experiences. My parents…

I come from a household of girls. I am the oldest of three daughters where the only male is my father- that is including pets. For most of my life, my mother (who graduated with honors from the University of Texas) was also the primary provider for my family and my father was a stay at home dad who went to college, but never graduated and was never great at school, to begin with. From an early age, my dad was the one who dressed me and interacted with me more on a daily basis up until around…

Literacy Autobiography Reading has always been a subject that I have struggled in and so has many others. Not the understanding part, but the paying attention to whatever is on the page and what is happening part. It has always been something that I need to figure out, and I am still figuring it out to this day. Ever since the first day of kindergarten, I have been terrible at writing, reading, and most anything related to the English subject. In kindergarten, I distinctly remember how to…

My background is not as inspiring or tear-jerking as others, but it molded me into the young lady I am and the woman I plan to be. As you probably already know I was born on November 28, 1999. I was named after my aunt, who now resides in Atlanta, because God told her that I would be pleasant and prosperous. I had a brother named James who had cerebral palsy and was paralyzed from the waist down. I was homeschooled until I reached sixth grade so as you can imagine James was my only best friend…

My greatest influence as I came of age was my Grandfather. My mother's father turned sixteen in 1942 and joined the Marine Corp illegally in order to fight in World War Two. This began his highly decorated career in the armed forced in which he saw action in the Philippines, Korea and in Vietnam and Laos. I was born, as his first grandchild, on the 50th anniversary of his World War Two homecoming on December 4th, 1995. With that in mind, he took a special interest in my upbringing and education.…

Before I was born my parents told me that once they knew what gender I was they were strongly influenced by the environment in which I was going to be raised for example my parents painted my room color light purple and I was going to be encouraged to be nurturing and cooperative throughout my life. Well I was born and my parents decided on how to dress, play and how to spend my time with chores. While growing up my mom was more protective and restrictive and I see my guy cousin just walking…

Music essentially to me is a way to escape everything that is in my surroundings and get to a place where my mind feels free. During the day in and day out activities, my mind is occupied and restless with thoughts and emptiness that sometimes make it hard to even concentrate at the task at hand. Usually with music, I am able to get a source of inspiration to keep me going through such moments, revive hope, happiness and feel calm while exposing myself to words and thoughts that make me feel…

When I was young and in grade school, I spent many of my summer Saturdays at Homewood at Crumland Farms, a retirement home in Frederick, Maryland. As a volunteer, I not only developed a fair understanding of what it meant to be psychologically and physically healthy, but I developed lasting relationships with the residents and their families as well. Through these relationships, I developed a strong interest and concern for the mental and emotional wellbeing of not only elderly individuals but…

As a young black woman living in America, I am constantly exposed to harmful imagery and situations that attack both my race and womanhood, two very important parts of my identity. The struggles that we face as a community include but are not limited to, dehumanization and general disregard for our lives (Aiyana Stanley Jones, Sandra Bland, Rekia Boyd, and the countless other black wo(men) who were victims of police brutality), Mysogenoir (ie. oversexualization of our bodies, the 'welfare queens…

1932 One late, stormy, afternoon I was in the in the drawing room watching the rain as it fell. Nothing ever happens to me, nothing exciting at least. Mother was downstairs in the sitting area, lying around like the drunk she was. Father had tried to get her to stop but it was no use. My mother says that at one point everyone was a drunk. In the 1920’s everyone drank alcohol and danced all night. When she was in her less drunken moods, she would sit me down and tell me all about her time in New…