As a child I wouldn't be concerned for anyone else other than myself, I would tease other kids, sometimes biting my cousins and relatives. Even though I still did those things my grandma was always there for me. She would care for me no matter the situation, trying to get me out of trouble every time. Being so young at the time I thought that she would never leave.
With her gone I felt as though everything came down; crushing me under the weight of guilt I had accumulated in my early years. I hadn’t realized that being an asshole wouldn’t help anyone. After a few months of coping by myself, not being able to let out the pressure of her passing. I began setting small goals of: 1. make someone else enjoy their day 2. keep a smiling face throughout the day 3. enjoy the day. These goals at first didn’t really help anyone at the time. But soon when people felt down I was there to cheer them up. I was actually helping people. The feeling was almost drug-like. A sense of euphoria. Adding to my grandma’s passing came the most vulnerable part of my life; middle school. A time where everyone was changing either for the better or the worse. During this I was torn whether to be that helpful caring person or back to that asshole. That wouldn't really help anyone at all. With everyone changing I couldn't help but to step my game up. Bringing in more hard hitting enjoyment that everyone enjoys; comedy. These two components had given me the best outcome I could think of.
My grandma’s passing had changed me. I had started off as that asshole that would mess with you or would think about myself only. But I had changed to a upbeat, good hearted, and friendly person that I had become today. What could have been was changed to the better. I guess you could say that it was a sort of last gift my grandma had left before she passed away. A parting gift. Her last way of getting me out of trouble. It sounds beautiful doesn’t it? It created something beautiful as well, a new persona. What else could I ask for? I’m a better person than I was when I was a child. My grandma was the person to pull me out of that “rut”. I wouldn’t have been the person I was If it wasn’t for her.
Hey Tyler! Sorry to hear about your grandma. What I understood is that she was the person that cared and influenced you to be the person you are today. & That her passing was an eye opener for yourself Your essay could be more affective if you could be more a little elaborate on the old you by not repeat A**hole because the reader will mostly assume the kind of things you did before (other than biting your relatives) to compare to how you explained how you are today.
ReplyDeleteBut I like how you went into listing your goals which meant you applied yourself to change for the better.
YOU JUMP FROM IDEA TO IDEA TO QUICKLY, YOU ONLY DISCUSS HOW YOU WERE IN TWO SENTENCES THEN OUT OF NOWHERE SAY HOW YOUR GRANDMA WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU, AND THEN TWO SENTENCES LATER YOU SAY SHES GONE. YOU NEED TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING A BIT MORE. EXPLAIN SO THAT WE TRULY KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT EVERYTHING AND WE GET A CLEAR IDEA WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH. AS(2-)
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