My First Try of An Autobiographical Essay

Seven months after attending my parent’s wedding in 1982, my presence being a tiny living being in my mother’s womb, I was born into the world. It was five minutes past one in the morning of August 12, to be exact.

Then on, I’ve been collecting memories of myself: the oldest dating back to my Valedictory speech in Kinder 1. I was pretty much an academic kid. Apart from vying for honors, I joined every single Quiz Bee that I could, and never won any. There was one time at fourth grade where I almost won the Math Bee, it was sheer luck. Thank God I ran out of it else I would have represented our school and that would have been one big miscalculation of my elementary life.

Early on, I was a quiet kid in class. It was usual for me to be called by my teacher to stay in front and write the noisy. But that was before I discovered that I was capable to be loud. So I became a cheerleader, declaimer, orator, extemporaneous speaker, debater, but never a singer.

Debate: the art of persuasion that started my caffeine habit, a politically correct term for addiction to java. I loved the thrill of ignorance. That’s what I call it – the 7 minute rush: when you talk of something you have no business delivering. It amazes me how I get away with it. I think it’s my knack of seeing things around. I believe you can always find if not a contradiction, a back story, an odd example, or maybe more questions – to anything about life.

So for the finer things in College, less stressful than the readings and the pressure of the podium, I immersed myself in theater. I loved calling myself a thespian I always felt it had a sophisticated or artsy ring on it. I had fun with the stage, the bowing, and the flowers—it always was a natural high.

Despite my extra-curricular, I finished my schooling at the age of 21. I’ve had a handful of experiences and qualities that I blithely laid down to the interviews I went to after. So now, I’m a yuppie, a woman, and an on-going work in progress.

An autobiographical sketch could only say the very least of myself. I’ve had a fair childhood, a self-enriching high school, a self-exploring college, and self-satisfying life after. Now I go after what I want but I don’t deny the crossroads of uncertainty. I worked pretty hard to be where I am at now and I know there’s so much more out there. I am convinced I have the best memory in town. And I could still very much remember the details of my memories that I’ve written above.

But those were moments. It is usually the constants that count. Like friends, family, chocolates, and writing. These four are my sanctuary. It goes beyond my surmise in falling stars, good people, true love, patience, or Batman.