My Family Essay

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My Family
My family is a sports-loving, barbecuing, two-stepping, camping, someone always injured crazy bunch of weirdoes. We consist of 8 people (6 originally): Daddy, Mom, Jon, Gerynn, Jay, Me, Morgynn, and Garner. Dad works at Cracker Barrel and has been there pretty much since I was born. He’s the strongest, bravest and most loving man I have ever known. Mom is the caregiver of the family and is always in everyone’s business, which is a good thing because if she wasn’t, nothing or no one would ever be fixed. Jon came -officially- into the family about 3 years ago when he married my older sister Gerynn, and he fit right in. He’s 24 years old and the best brother-in-law you could ask for. Then there’s Gerynn. She’s just downright insane to say the least. Not the “needs to be institutionalized” crazy but the “something’s definitely wrong with that one” crazy, which makes our family even better. She’s 22, has tattoos galore and is fixing to graduate from UT with a degree in psychology (I know, fitting right?). Jay is 19, to say the least he’s the best thing about this family. He has Asperger’s Syndrome and, though you do notice it, I don’t think any of us would have him any other way, he made me realize just how much someone can love you. Then there’s little miss Morgynn, and don’t let that introduction fool you, she’s 4 years younger than me and we get asked if we’re twins. She’s obsessed with Harry Potter, so much so that in 6 months she’s read the series 3 times and that’s all she wants to read, EVER.

Analysis Of My Family

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The Importance Of My Family

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Family: Substance Abuse In My Family

find out what life is really like for them or their family. There will always be bumps in everyone’s lives, for some people it will be a minor setback, while others will fight for years to get back to normal. My story starts with two close family members who suffered with substance abuse, my brother and grandmother. Their abuse took a major toll on my family, got them into trouble, and created health problems for themselves. It tore our family apart for a long time, until they were able to make…

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Thanksgiving In My Family

thankful for my family the most. Being thankful is part of your life. Thanksgiving is a holiday that teaches one to be. Being thankful is an important part of being successful in life. My family has funny disagreements. We fight about stupid things. For example, what we want to eat and what’s going on in our favorite show. We fight about what we can and can’t do. What to watch on tv, how to do something, and deciding where to go eat. We also fight about who feeds the dogs. If my dad doesn’t…

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Letter To My Family

ba bum, Ba Bum. The rumbling of my heart, pumping furiously, coincides with my hyperventilation to a fight that I just can’t win. A paper is due tomorrow. I didn’t sign up for this! My brain is spinning. My mind can’t even attempt to stabilize it. The letter that I planned to write to my family this week will never be finished. This paper has taken all my time and my focus. My vision blurs, my hands tremble, and there is something caught in my throat. My eyelids weigh down as heavy as textbooks…

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Autobiography Of My Family

Autobiography Everybody has that one thing that is most valuable to you or those things that mean the most to you. To me, my family would definitely be the most meaningful to me without a doubt. I’m a big family person. Some people may not care much for their family but I care about my family very much and am thankful for them. There are other things other than my family that I treasure. One of the most important things I cherish is the amazing game of American football that was created. I love…

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The Importance Of My Family

All my life I have had different family in and out of my life. I’ve never once judged my mother for anything she's done because she is my mom I guess. I try not to pay attention to whatever she does, or face getting told, “Stay in a child's place” when I ask any questions. My grandma always says she lives in her own world which I know she does. My mom has taught me that I don't have opinions, marriage is dysfunctional, and all relationships are temporary. When I was born, which I don't remember…

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Assignment On My Family

315 March 26, 2015 Assignment 3/26 They named me after half of my Norwegian aunt’s name, Karethe. And half of my Norwegian grandmas name, Liv. And added two N’s, so you get K-A-L-I-N-N. My mom wanted to legally add Liv as a prefix of my name after I was born To pay homage to my beloved Mormor (grandma in Norwegian) Thoughts turn back and forth to the legal addition of this small word and how much it would mean to not only my mom, but my mothers mother. Although we didn’t speak the same language she…

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My Hispanic Culture And Family

come to believe that my background is the most important part of who I am. My whole life, the one way I have been always able to identify myself with was Hispanic. My Hispanic culture and family has shaped my life in more ways than I can describe. My culture and my family is the reason I am determined, passionate, and expressive in everything I do. When my mother was growing up in El Salvador and my father was growing up in Dominican Republic, life wasn’t easy. Growing up, my parents hardly ever had…

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My Family: My Pursuit Of The American Dream

Majority of my childhood was spent in a house that was bought by my mother and then step-father when I was three years old. For the first couple of years I was the only child until my mom got pregnant and I was old enough to understand that I had other siblings in another country that belonged to a different man. When my youngest sibling was born, my mother brought over her three other children that were born in Honduras. My mother received her permanent residency a couple years after coming over…

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