LilBlondie
Bluelighter
okay... my mom forced me to write my essay to the one school that i really want to go to in a week... i wrote it and then let my teacher read it but she said that it doesn't convey the kind of person i am... so friday rolls in... i have no essay so i sit down and wrote about something that i think about often... the topic was "discuss an important experience in your life and why it is important to you"... it's already sent but i still would like feedback because i didn't let anyone read it before i sent it...
As individuals, we each experience different struggles and triumphs daily. Throughout my life, I have experienced things ranging from watching my grandmother's health decline until she passed away from Alzheimer's to giving a little piece of my heart away to my first love. However, growing up with divorced parents both suffering from alcoholism serves as the most significant experience because it has molded me into the person I am today.
At six years old, I could not comprehend those harsh words my parents spoke with their "outdoor voices," but I did understand that the yelling did not indicate happiness. Remembering the details of my childhood is almost like reading a book with torn out pages; there are certain portions of it that simply do not exist in my memory. The calm after the storm is still fresh in my mind though. I never blamed myself for their divorce, and, in fact, I was actually happier afterwards. Having the choice to go to flee from one parent after a fight seemed like a crucial option at the time.
However, when I turned ten or eleven, other issues surfaced. On the way home from school, my mom might make a detour so she could have "just one drink." At a young age, I realized one drink takes at least an hour to finish and that drinking and yelling go hand and hand with my mom. I vividly remember that feeling her words created. This feeling spread like an epidemic throughout my entire body and even made me wish my mom would just hit me, which would make the physical pain drown out the emotional pain.
On the other hand, my dad never yelled at me. Instead, alcohol turned him into an excessively emotional man. Although he never hurt me physically or emotionally, his drunken slur always hit a nerve; listening to him upset me more than my mother's elevated voice. My parents' addiction taught me unconditional love and forced maturity on me at a young age. I promised myself that I would not allow these things to overwhelm my life. I also swore to never succumb to the temptation of escape through things such as self-mutilation or mind-altering substances. One thing both of my parents share is an immense amount of love for me and the lesson that growth as a person comes only though life's ups and downs. In the end, dealing with alcoholism directly though my parents has molded me into the strong independent woman that I am today.
As individuals, we each experience different struggles and triumphs daily. Throughout my life, I have experienced things ranging from watching my grandmother's health decline until she passed away from Alzheimer's to giving a little piece of my heart away to my first love. However, growing up with divorced parents both suffering from alcoholism serves as the most significant experience because it has molded me into the person I am today.
At six years old, I could not comprehend those harsh words my parents spoke with their "outdoor voices," but I did understand that the yelling did not indicate happiness. Remembering the details of my childhood is almost like reading a book with torn out pages; there are certain portions of it that simply do not exist in my memory. The calm after the storm is still fresh in my mind though. I never blamed myself for their divorce, and, in fact, I was actually happier afterwards. Having the choice to go to flee from one parent after a fight seemed like a crucial option at the time.
However, when I turned ten or eleven, other issues surfaced. On the way home from school, my mom might make a detour so she could have "just one drink." At a young age, I realized one drink takes at least an hour to finish and that drinking and yelling go hand and hand with my mom. I vividly remember that feeling her words created. This feeling spread like an epidemic throughout my entire body and even made me wish my mom would just hit me, which would make the physical pain drown out the emotional pain.
On the other hand, my dad never yelled at me. Instead, alcohol turned him into an excessively emotional man. Although he never hurt me physically or emotionally, his drunken slur always hit a nerve; listening to him upset me more than my mother's elevated voice. My parents' addiction taught me unconditional love and forced maturity on me at a young age. I promised myself that I would not allow these things to overwhelm my life. I also swore to never succumb to the temptation of escape through things such as self-mutilation or mind-altering substances. One thing both of my parents share is an immense amount of love for me and the lesson that growth as a person comes only though life's ups and downs. In the end, dealing with alcoholism directly though my parents has molded me into the strong independent woman that I am today.
