My Life :: Essays Papers

My LifeSome people may be writing this essay not so much about themselves, however about the things that they do or the activities they enjoy. Ex. I listen to this band The Obnoxious Yellers, they are so great they yell and scream and its great music, I went to their plan the other day too it was so fun we got cotton candy and crown surfed and everything. This is not an essay about the writer, it is about someone else, and somew here(predicate) else. I intend on informing whoever is going to read this piece of who I am, why I am, what I am, and what I intend to become.I was born in Brooklyn, NY. I lived there for 2 years before moving to Greenwich, CT. Until now I never rightfully thought much of the town, for I never really had a glimpse of any other aspect of living. Then through my adolescence, which technically I am still in, I traveled, for vacation and just for plain curiosity. I took the train to Philadelphia when I was 13 just to see what it was like, and returned later t hat day with a more enlightened state of mind. I control make the same for many towns through the years, and come to appreciate the surrounding that I live in now. It came to me when reading TIME magazine, I came upon an article that in on sentence compared one of the poorest living areas in the U.S., to one of the wealthiest ones. Compton Vs. Greenwich. After just seeing those two words together like that meant something, the writer was viewing Greenwich as top living conditions, and Im here. Weird. I like to go out at night, I like to go to parties, I like to have parties, I do not like a night without a party. This summer I worked on the weekends at 630 in the dayspring which meant that the normal person would have to wake up pretty darn early, not me I would just find the party that was going to go on the longest and stay there all night until work. Typical amount of sleep from Friday to Sunday was 4 hours. Thats what I like to do, well at least after I figured out the meanin g of life and decided not to hold anything back. Life was meant to be lived, we were not put here to work, or do anything for that matter.