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personal essay 4

warning: very serious themes ahead. How often do you cry? I cry about once a week on average. I don’t consider myself to be a particularly emotional person, but crying means a lot to me because it’s kind of the only way I deal with my emotions when I do get emotional. When I feel overwhelmed or mentally hurt, my natural instinct is to cry (which is probably the case for everyone). However, I don’t cry when there are people around me (at least, I try not to). This isn’t because I want to seem “tough” or anything, I don’t care about that at all. It’s because I don’t want to cause trouble to anybody. My mother has cried in front of me many times and every time was heartbreaking. I didn’t want to cause anyone to experience that feeling. When I do cry, it’s when I’m in the privacy of my room or otherwise alone.  It might seem like my parents are uncaring towards me based on the fact that I don’t seek their help, but it’s really the opposite. My parents really care about me and they try ...
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my experience with being chronically online

  To what piece of technology would you write a “love letter”? I think this question is worded a bit strangely, but I assume it is asking for what technology I have been most positively affected by. My answer to that would be the internet. I know this answer sounds corny, but it’s true. The internet is the reason why I have not been completely isolated from human connection.  During high school, I had trouble finding friends. I didn’t have this problem in elementary school or middle school, but the only friend that went to high school with me transferred somewhere else by the end of subfreshman year. During freshman year, I had no friends, but I thought that was fine. I thought it wasn’t a big deal to have no friends and that it might be even a good thing because I get to focus on myself and have more time.  At the time, I had been using the internet often. Something you should know about me is that at the time (and even now) I had a strong interest in geometry dash, spec...
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why I couldn't write this essay

  What role does Procrastination play in your life? Procrastination has greatly affected my life. In fact, it is affecting my life right now as I write this essay. As if writing this, it is 8:14 PM on March 26 of 2026, which is the day before the deadline. I did not start writing this essay until nearly 2 days had passed since the essay was assigned. 8PM might not seem like too late of a time, but my parents had made a rule weeks before that I was required to go to bed, or at least stop using any electronic appliances (like the computer I am using to type these words) before 10:00 PM on any given day. This rule was understandably made because I had been sleeping in class almost every day, due to the fact that I had consistently been staying up past midnight nearly every night, which was caused by procrastination. Procrastination has made it so that I complete projects more slowly than I would like, and I think that effect is shown clearly with my experience with this very essay. I ...
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who are they

  Disclaimer: This essay may have some slightly heavy themes. This essay is also a product of the fact that none of the prompts gave me much worth reflecting about. I understand that this essay needs serious revision, but I will not be looking at feedback for this essay as I want to revise the other one I wrote. Who is your family?  The family I live with consists of 4 people including myself. My sister is the youngest child, but my parents say she is more mature than I am. She rarely takes things seriously, but I appreciate that aspect of her because she tends to lighten the mood whenever she is present. My father was born in a small village in Alaska and studied Computer Science at Fairbanks, which is where he met my mother. My father is levelheaded and not very emotional - I don’t think I have ever seen him cry, which is unlike my mother who I have seen cry many times. When my mother cries, it’s usually because she’s worried about my future - when I make a mishap I have mad...
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Chronological

  When I was around 11 years old, my Mother and I came up with a game we called “Chronological”. It was a very simple game (that has probably been come up with by many other people in the past), in which one person would draw a panel of a comic, give the paper to the next person, and the next person would draw the next panel. Since my family had 4 people, we would repeat this until either the 4th or 8th panel (usually the 8th) depending on how long we wanted to play for. These comics would often be incoherent, but we loved to make them. Making these comics led to the creation of many characters and inside jokes that me and my family still make reference to today. At one point, probably when I was 15, me and my family switched from making short comics to long books. In this new format, the game would continue through multiple days, each person could draw as many panels as they wanted, and the comic would stop only when the story felt like it was over. We have made 6 books so far and...
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