Camilla Pleasant - Grade: A+ PDF

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We were advised to write about our future. What do we want? How is the transition from high school to college like? IN the process of doing that, we were to discuss facts about ourselves, our lifestyles and create an addictive narrative for the reader. ...

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Camilla Pleasant LaTasha Jones Engl 110 - HB1 4 Sept 2018 One in a Million, Still a Million The gun was pointed to my head at the age of nine after the FBI decided to find their way into our home. With legs full of jelly and a piece of innocence left, I dropped to the ground and remained silent. That was my first job as a kid: delivering my fear in a mystery box. Our familiar cycle of life included abuse, poverty, broken promises, and death. So, I applied for God's position and swore to protect my family at the age of ten. By eleven, my body made love to my mind on thin, college-ruled paper and birthed our daughter, Poetry, who was abducted by the police and forced into a tiny basement called evidence. Every traumatic event came with a savior and school became my superior. It taught me that knowledge is worth millions and you risk it all to achieve that goal, but it’s worth it. Three strands of hair twirled into a single beautiful braid is the best way I could describe the complex past of my mothers. Faced with homelessness at the age of 13, my mother struggled with the sweet sensation of fast money. With every tug of her cigarette, she left a mental stain on her conscious - this is not what I wanted. When she had me, she knew I would be the death of her old life. Given the genes of logic and creativity, she created a Shakespearean gangster who displayed her perfect life in my reflection. “ She loves reading books. That’s all she does, honestly.” My mother bragged like she always does. Lakesa Wiggins, my mother, invented the perfect technique that pushed me towards success, which directed me in the path of school. Every sweet word of encouragement wasn’t rehearsed or topped off with a pint of criticism, but

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rather drizzled with love and support. As failure created the steps to a brighter future instead of acting as a wrecking ball for my life, my mother, without hesitation, gifted me with the faith that I can be great. The multi-eye colored athlete, Shawnquell Pleasant, carried the same blood in his veins as me, but he was stronger. Struggling to find a life worth living with numerous charges, a gram of marijuana and bottles of pain relievers, he turned to the streets for comfort. Learning for the both of us, he paused in his steps and said, “A life without a plan is no life at all.”As he coached me to be mentally ready, he prepared me for every obstacle except one. On May 26, 2015, I was forced to swallow my fear and be my own coach as his body laid still in the yard of a stranger. My curly haired mentor, Portia Purcell, reminded me that I have no choice but to succeed and she was right. After giving her six years of my life, she understood the excruciating pain that I felt. Holding onto faith and financial opportunities, I gave it my best shot, which led to my acceptance letter. Escaping from an addictive environment, it transferred faith that secondary education would exceed above its expectations and grow abundantly in my future as a trilingual neonatal traveling nurse practitioner. After I fight to get into a competitive nursing program and graduate, I plan on working at an organization as a nurse for three years to pay off the devastating student loans and gain experience. My goal is to be able to understand the situation, communicate it, and solve the complication so that I can honor every individual who is different and change their selfperception, which is worth every battle because a life is being saved from a cycle of death....