I have to write the essay on who's impacted my life and I'm really looking for criticism on it I feel its as great as other people so if anyone can help me please do.
Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.
Looking back on my life there has been many experiences that have influenced
me and made me who I am today. Although some were negative and some positive.
They've humbled me and made me who I am today. I can remember in my adolescent
days when I first moved to America from Nigeria, when I felt very removed, I
would get bullied it was never anything physical, but the ridicule and heckling
I received still tormented me. Taunts about my name in elementary school were
the start of it. My name "Chigoziri" just as me was foregin to my fellow peers,
the name itself was uncommon even in Nigeria where I was born. I wished I had a
more common name like "John" or "Timothy". My mother as any mother believes
their child to be a blessing so she named me "Chigozirim", God blessed me, to
me the name did not hold to it meaning. As a foreigner in a new land the name
was a bulls-eye and I detested how it drew so much unwanted attention to me.
When the time came to move onto middle school I was very worried that my
predicament would loom over me through middle school, but unbeknownst to me a
new problem would emanate itself. The problem was that in middle school I was
constantly mocked because of the way I smelled I isolated myself more than I
did in elementary school. The ridicule was so intensified that I broke down and
cried in 6th. I hoped that it would it wouldn't happen again, but it did in 7th
grade I was
ridiculed furiously. It was a hot and humid Houston day the air was tense and
irritable. That day just about every kid in the school took the chance
to persecute me. The last blow that tore at me the most came from my supposedly
best friend I felt as Caesar as he was dealt the final blow from Brutus. That
day I shed bitter tears from the depts of my heart. When I got home I rushed
to the shower for an hour trying to wash away whatever it was that was the
cause of my pain and the memories of the day I had. After that day I was
extremely shy,antisocial,and doubtful of actually making friends.
The summer before high school I attempted to revamp myself, believing that if
I went by the nickname "CJ" I wouldn't have to deal with the ridicule of being
"Chigoziri". In ways it worked I was somewhat more confident, but I still did
much to avoid people and not make friends. Somehow though I made friends,
wonderful friends who brought me out of the lonely darkness that was my life
before. I met Assem freshmen year and we've been the best of friends, although
he's very competitive it's been to a great benefit of mine. Time spent with him
sparked a rivialary between us, which has motivated me to reach for my best in
any endavor I try my hands at be it break dancing or acadmic endeavors such as
getting into HST 2. There's also Edward ,who I met sophomore year, is very
brilliant and always giving me wonderful advice on how to better myself and
gain more confidence. One of the great rituals that we have was be our weekly
walk to New York Pizzeria, to me the best part of it would be our talks, they
made me feel connected and not so much as a foreigner that I felt in the past.
Zach, who I'd say has had the most influence on me in a positive way, has
thought me how to truely accept myself for who I am to be proud of what make me
who I am rather than to be ashamed of it. Although at times he tends to be
narcissistic when he talks about how "sexy" his legs particularly his calves ,
our talks on our walk from the bus stop, however comical hold wisdom.
Not only has it been friends who have been a great impact on be but as my
educators. Conwell ,who was a hard teacher to pass, pressed me to work harder
in academics and take more challenging courses. My AP Lit teacher Mr.
MacGregor has been a great mentor and has drastically help in improve in my
writing and analysis of literature. These experiences I proud to say have
made me who I am today be it the ridicule and teasing I received at when I was
younger, which taught me how it feels to be ridiculed and it's not something I
wish to do other person. My friends who have thought me the value and joy of
true friendship and camaraderie, and to embrace who I am with pride, and meet
new challenges. To my teachers who pushed me to want and do more to further my
education. I happy with my life and the experiences that I've had ,because in
the end what are we but the sum of experiences and memories.
Chigoziri Mgbeahuru
Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.
Looking back on my life there has been many experiences that have influenced
me and made me who I am today. Although some were negative and some positive.
They've humbled me and made me who I am today. I can remember in my adolescent
days when I first moved to America from Nigeria, when I felt very removed, I
would get bullied it was never anything physical, but the ridicule and heckling
I received still tormented me. Taunts about my name in elementary school were
the start of it. My name "Chigoziri" just as me was foregin to my fellow peers,
the name itself was uncommon even in Nigeria where I was born. I wished I had a
more common name like "John" or "Timothy". My mother as any mother believes
their child to be a blessing so she named me "Chigozirim", God blessed me, to
me the name did not hold to it meaning. As a foreigner in a new land the name
was a bulls-eye and I detested how it drew so much unwanted attention to me.
When the time came to move onto middle school I was very worried that my
predicament would loom over me through middle school, but unbeknownst to me a
new problem would emanate itself. The problem was that in middle school I was
constantly mocked because of the way I smelled I isolated myself more than I
did in elementary school. The ridicule was so intensified that I broke down and
cried in 6th. I hoped that it would it wouldn't happen again, but it did in 7th
grade I was
ridiculed furiously. It was a hot and humid Houston day the air was tense and
irritable. That day just about every kid in the school took the chance
to persecute me. The last blow that tore at me the most came from my supposedly
best friend I felt as Caesar as he was dealt the final blow from Brutus. That
day I shed bitter tears from the depts of my heart. When I got home I rushed
to the shower for an hour trying to wash away whatever it was that was the
cause of my pain and the memories of the day I had. After that day I was
extremely shy,antisocial,and doubtful of actually making friends.
The summer before high school I attempted to revamp myself, believing that if
I went by the nickname "CJ" I wouldn't have to deal with the ridicule of being
"Chigoziri". In ways it worked I was somewhat more confident, but I still did
much to avoid people and not make friends. Somehow though I made friends,
wonderful friends who brought me out of the lonely darkness that was my life
before. I met Assem freshmen year and we've been the best of friends, although
he's very competitive it's been to a great benefit of mine. Time spent with him
sparked a rivialary between us, which has motivated me to reach for my best in
any endavor I try my hands at be it break dancing or acadmic endeavors such as
getting into HST 2. There's also Edward ,who I met sophomore year, is very
brilliant and always giving me wonderful advice on how to better myself and
gain more confidence. One of the great rituals that we have was be our weekly
walk to New York Pizzeria, to me the best part of it would be our talks, they
made me feel connected and not so much as a foreigner that I felt in the past.
Zach, who I'd say has had the most influence on me in a positive way, has
thought me how to truely accept myself for who I am to be proud of what make me
who I am rather than to be ashamed of it. Although at times he tends to be
narcissistic when he talks about how "sexy" his legs particularly his calves ,
our talks on our walk from the bus stop, however comical hold wisdom.
Not only has it been friends who have been a great impact on be but as my
educators. Conwell ,who was a hard teacher to pass, pressed me to work harder
in academics and take more challenging courses. My AP Lit teacher Mr.
MacGregor has been a great mentor and has drastically help in improve in my
writing and analysis of literature. These experiences I proud to say have
made me who I am today be it the ridicule and teasing I received at when I was
younger, which taught me how it feels to be ridiculed and it's not something I
wish to do other person. My friends who have thought me the value and joy of
true friendship and camaraderie, and to embrace who I am with pride, and meet
new challenges. To my teachers who pushed me to want and do more to further my
education. I happy with my life and the experiences that I've had ,because in
the end what are we but the sum of experiences and memories.
Chigoziri Mgbeahuru