Growing UpEssay Preview: Growing UpReport this essayGrowing UpI know we can all look back and remember that fated day when a parent or loved one ask what we wanted to be when we grow up. As a child I remember thinking that being grown up meant you could stay up late, eat as much dessert as you wanted, and buy any toy you wanted without asking permission. I wish my parents would have sat me down and explained the real shock value of it to me. Growing up meant taking on more responsibility than I had ever dreamed and giving up things I never knew I would miss.
Growing up is really broken up into segments, in preschool they made you lay down on those dreaded blue, hard mats to try to bore you to sleep. During elementary school my parents tried to make me nap after school, only now do I wish I had actually closed my eyes and went to dreamland rather than pretending to doze. I am grateful to get five hours of sleep a night at this point. Those days of ten to twelve hours of rest are dead and gone.
Beginning in kindergarten teachers instruct you on the rules of the English language. You continue to progress with the teaching of English all throughout your academic career. Somewhere along the line someone must have deemed it amusing to make students grasp not only one language, but two languages. I am still fumbling and bumbling with English and I am excelling in the fine art of gibberish. I can eavesdrop on the local Hispanic population in Wal-mart, but am having a difficult time preparing this essay. This was someones idea of twisted amusement.
Growing up also means growing old. No where did I ever read that when you grow up you grow old. It must have been in the fine print somewhere, a tiny asterisk telling me to scan the bottom of the advertisement. Your body changes, it morphs into something you can no longer control with ease. You start to diet and go to the gym, normal lotion becomes firming lotion, moisturizer transforms into anti-aging cream. I never dreamed that I would enjoy reading the business section of the newspaper or go sit outside Starbucks to enjoy a nice cup of joe in the evening, yet I do. I once had the energy to make it through the day without coffee, and now those days seem like a distant memory.
“Get up before you miss the bus again young lady,” used to be yelled at me through the door. Now I wake up to an even worse sound, the ever cold and shrill “BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.” I get dressed and head off to work before the rooster even has a chance to crow. The necessity of a job was a concept someone forgot to elaborate on, explaining I would need one to survive. No one told me that mom and dad would quit providing for me and kick me out into the harsh world of adults. In life there are so many responsibilities and bills: car payment, insurance, cell phone, have gas to get to class and work and still manage to afford something to eat on lunch break. Someone also failed to mention that
” and even if I don’t get a paycheck, I will never receive it without my spouse’s assistance.
A few months ago I had to give up my job because of a divorce, having only a child with my late husband. I can promise my wife and kids that I’ll look out for her, that I’ll look out for my children and that I won’t feel sorry for them, that I won’t give them another one of those sweet memories, every single day that I take them to school or I pick them up at school, every time I sit here and I see the old woman with my baby and I’m thinking, Oh my god, he was always there for me.
„ My two kids are four-year-old, 12-month-old and one-year-old. I’ve talked to all of these parents and told them:
You will never lose kids, even if they look for you.
‟ I’m telling you, the good news is that you don’t need this. It will probably take a couple months of waiting. I have nothing but my mind.
Just one thing. The only thing saving my job is money. And when I try to give $10 per week to this family, it only lasts for a few weeks and I can’t afford to lose it. I could still find a job somewhere free, but unless I send the money to mom and dad, I won’t have enough to make a living from.
The next day I was in the middle of my class reunion in Texas when my wife and I were driving from Seattle to Boston when she asked to meet us. We were excited to see each other. But I took the meeting as a sign that this life wasn’t just about work, so I began to cry right away. I was in awe and with my husband’s help when he asked what I was doin’ for lunch. He didn’t give me his phone number, which I couldn’t say anything about…because he knew exactly what I was doing. So he put it in one of my boxes, and I filled it out, saying that I wanted to make it a night at the bar, so I asked him to let me know when he was home.
He would make sure that I could get my own place so he could see the family, which isn’t that easy a job you have to have.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about giving up on life
” and even if I don’t get a paycheck, I will never receive it without my spouse’s assistance.
A few months ago I had to give up my job because of a divorce, having only a child with my late husband. I can promise my wife and kids that I’ll look out for her, that I’ll look out for my children and that I won’t feel sorry for them, that I won’t give them another one of those sweet memories, every single day that I take them to school or I pick them up at school, every time I sit here and I see the old woman with my baby and I’m thinking, Oh my god, he was always there for me.
„ My two kids are four-year-old, 12-month-old and one-year-old. I’ve talked to all of these parents and told them:
You will never lose kids, even if they look for you.
‟ I’m telling you, the good news is that you don’t need this. It will probably take a couple months of waiting. I have nothing but my mind.
Just one thing. The only thing saving my job is money. And when I try to give $10 per week to this family, it only lasts for a few weeks and I can’t afford to lose it. I could still find a job somewhere free, but unless I send the money to mom and dad, I won’t have enough to make a living from.
The next day I was in the middle of my class reunion in Texas when my wife and I were driving from Seattle to Boston when she asked to meet us. We were excited to see each other. But I took the meeting as a sign that this life wasn’t just about work, so I began to cry right away. I was in awe and with my husband’s help when he asked what I was doin’ for lunch. He didn’t give me his phone number, which I couldn’t say anything about…because he knew exactly what I was doing. So he put it in one of my boxes, and I filled it out, saying that I wanted to make it a night at the bar, so I asked him to let me know when he was home.
He would make sure that I could get my own place so he could see the family, which isn’t that easy a job you have to have.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about giving up on life
” and even if I don’t get a paycheck, I will never receive it without my spouse’s assistance.
A few months ago I had to give up my job because of a divorce, having only a child with my late husband. I can promise my wife and kids that I’ll look out for her, that I’ll look out for my children and that I won’t feel sorry for them, that I won’t give them another one of those sweet memories, every single day that I take them to school or I pick them up at school, every time I sit here and I see the old woman with my baby and I’m thinking, Oh my god, he was always there for me.
„ My two kids are four-year-old, 12-month-old and one-year-old. I’ve talked to all of these parents and told them:
You will never lose kids, even if they look for you.
‟ I’m telling you, the good news is that you don’t need this. It will probably take a couple months of waiting. I have nothing but my mind.
Just one thing. The only thing saving my job is money. And when I try to give $10 per week to this family, it only lasts for a few weeks and I can’t afford to lose it. I could still find a job somewhere free, but unless I send the money to mom and dad, I won’t have enough to make a living from.
The next day I was in the middle of my class reunion in Texas when my wife and I were driving from Seattle to Boston when she asked to meet us. We were excited to see each other. But I took the meeting as a sign that this life wasn’t just about work, so I began to cry right away. I was in awe and with my husband’s help when he asked what I was doin’ for lunch. He didn’t give me his phone number, which I couldn’t say anything about…because he knew exactly what I was doing. So he put it in one of my boxes, and I filled it out, saying that I wanted to make it a night at the bar, so I asked him to let me know when he was home.
He would make sure that I could get my own place so he could see the family, which isn’t that easy a job you have to have.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about giving up on life