Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.
From the moment I met him, I knew we were meant to be. Dressed in white with the sun glistening on his body, he resembled a goddess. There he was, resting in the parking lot. I could not help but smile from cheek to cheek. Oliver, as I would come to call him, is my treasured jeep patriot who deserves the credit for facilitating my transition into adulthood.
On the night of August 18th, the day after I got my license, my parents called me into their room. From the look on their faces, I knew they were about to bring up a serious topic. My mom broke the silence with, "There's something we need to tell you." My mind ran through the multiplicity of possibilities that could be that "something". My dad broke my train of thoughts by saying, "Now that you have your license, we think it would be beneficial for you to have your own car!" Was I hearing him right?! Are my parents going to buy me a car? I was in disbelief. I have never even asked for a car before because I knew the possibility of my parent's buying me a car was up there on the list of impossible things right next to my parents buying me a unicorn.
The next morning, my parents and I drove to Ramsey Auto Group to pick out my potential soon-to-be prized possession. I walked into the auto shop and was welcomed by an array of wranglers, cherokees, and renegades waiting for me to choose one of them to be the lucky winner. However, none of those cars were in our price range. The sales associate lead my parents and I outside to a more reasonable model. There it was, my dazzling white beauty, standing out amongst the others.
That afternoon, as I drove home in my new car, I began to think of ways to personalize this car to fit my personality: unique. First, I had to decide on a gender and a name. The obvious choice for gender was a male because he looked so dashing in his white suit. For his name I decided on Oliver, the name of the perfect boy whom I had a crush on all throughout middle school. Next, I stopped at a convenience store and bought him a tropical scented car freshener. Now, everything down to scent was representative of me.
But, with my new car came a new band of responsibilities. I now had to pay for half the insurance, fill my own tank, and pick up my brothers from school. These new responsibilities refined my everyday life as well. I no longer needed my parents to tell me to clean my room or to practice piano, I learned to do them on my own. Aside from these responsibilities, Oliver brought me a new found freedom. Gone were the days where I had to rely on my parents for rides to volleyball practices or to my friends' houses. The ability to simply get in my car and drive myself gave me a sense of autonomy none like any that I had experienced before. I was now an independent woman, racing away from childhood, towards adulthood in her white chariot.
From the moment I met him, I knew we were meant to be. Dressed in white with the sun glistening on his body, he resembled a goddess. There he was, resting in the parking lot. I could not help but smile from cheek to cheek. Oliver, as I would come to call him, is my treasured jeep patriot who deserves the credit for facilitating my transition into adulthood.
On the night of August 18th, the day after I got my license, my parents called me into their room. From the look on their faces, I knew they were about to bring up a serious topic. My mom broke the silence with, "There's something we need to tell you." My mind ran through the multiplicity of possibilities that could be that "something". My dad broke my train of thoughts by saying, "Now that you have your license, we think it would be beneficial for you to have your own car!" Was I hearing him right?! Are my parents going to buy me a car? I was in disbelief. I have never even asked for a car before because I knew the possibility of my parent's buying me a car was up there on the list of impossible things right next to my parents buying me a unicorn.
The next morning, my parents and I drove to Ramsey Auto Group to pick out my potential soon-to-be prized possession. I walked into the auto shop and was welcomed by an array of wranglers, cherokees, and renegades waiting for me to choose one of them to be the lucky winner. However, none of those cars were in our price range. The sales associate lead my parents and I outside to a more reasonable model. There it was, my dazzling white beauty, standing out amongst the others.
That afternoon, as I drove home in my new car, I began to think of ways to personalize this car to fit my personality: unique. First, I had to decide on a gender and a name. The obvious choice for gender was a male because he looked so dashing in his white suit. For his name I decided on Oliver, the name of the perfect boy whom I had a crush on all throughout middle school. Next, I stopped at a convenience store and bought him a tropical scented car freshener. Now, everything down to scent was representative of me.
But, with my new car came a new band of responsibilities. I now had to pay for half the insurance, fill my own tank, and pick up my brothers from school. These new responsibilities refined my everyday life as well. I no longer needed my parents to tell me to clean my room or to practice piano, I learned to do them on my own. Aside from these responsibilities, Oliver brought me a new found freedom. Gone were the days where I had to rely on my parents for rides to volleyball practices or to my friends' houses. The ability to simply get in my car and drive myself gave me a sense of autonomy none like any that I had experienced before. I was now an independent woman, racing away from childhood, towards adulthood in her white chariot.