Coming of Age Essay Final Draft

When I was in middle school I always had the idea of going out with my friends. I was pretty mature for my age, but I sometimes slip up and do some dumb things. It would only be minor things, like cheating on a test, lying about not eating the last slice of pizza, and getting into my dad’s phone and figuring out his password. I would sometimes tell little white lies, like me washing the dishes, but it didn’t really change anything major. They were always against the idea of me leaving the house, since they lived in the Philippines, burglaries and kidnapping incidents are very common. “What if someone puts something in your drink huh?” “What if someone kidnaps you?” my mom always asks. She always thinks of the downsides of me getting out of the house. She’s just that “overprotective” parent alongside my dad. During 6th grade, I was invited to go to the movies with my friends. “Just tell them you’re watching a kids movie!” one of my friends said. I told them I was watching “Cars” when really we were watching “Insidious 2”. They agreed, but it took a little bit of convincing. “Who’s going with you?” “How many of you are going?” “Are you sure all of those people are going?” “Are there any boys coming with you?” It was a long process but it worked, and I finally got to the movie theater.

I misinterpreted her question when she asked me what time I was gonna end, and told her what time the movie started instead, which was such a bad mistake. That meant that they would be here when the movie starts, which doesn’t give me time to finish even half the movie. She left and my friends and I went to walk around to pass the time. There was even a point where we watched a part of a movie that we didn’t even pay to watch, but immediately got out, since we all felt guilty. We then bought our food, since it was almost time for our movie to start.

We got to our movie and sat in our seats while the trailers were playing. I felt really bad for telling them false information, but was also relieved that I actually came through and was able to go somewhere with my friends. We continued to watch the movie up until somehow my dad found me and sat next to me. “Why are you watching this movie?” he whispered. I could tell he was mad, with the tone of voice he was saying it in. At that time I knew I messed up bad, and I didn’t have any choice but to leave with him to go home. I’ve been so selfish, telling them some lie that they didn’t deserve. As I said, I wasn’t even able to watch just half the movie, and wasted my own money for a movie I barely watched. My mom gave me a long lecture in the car, as well as my dad adding on things after her. I was devastated, but I knew I deserved it for what I’d done.

I broke my parents’ trust that day, and to this day they still hesitate about saying yes when I ask to go out. I barely do anything out of school with friends now, since I’m too afraid to ask them for consent about it. I’m too afraid they’ll say no because of that one incident. But it taught me to not lie about things like that, and I won’t do it again. They still don’t give me much freedom, but let me do things from time to time when they’re in a good mood. They’re even protective of me being on the driveway, as well as having group projects that leads to going to their houses. I learned not to lie about anything this big, because they’ll find out somehow and some way. And when they do, it can affect how your parents think about you.

3 Paragraph Concrete Abstract

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My heart was pounding. There were sweaty bodies everywhere, flashing lights, and loud music playing to occupy everyone. I was about to see the person I called “my spirit animal” or “my inspiration” while I watched her through a laptop screen. She was about to perform on stage, all of us screaming and waiting for the guy who introduces the first act of the evening. “And now for the girl you’ve all been waiting for, Grace Vanderwaal!” Everyone around me screamed to the top of their lungs, as if their life depended on it. I joined in, just like every other person in this room, who wants to get her attention. The rest of the night continued on like a 2 hour long party, watching an amazing celebrity perform on stage, doing what she loves to do and what she’s dreamt of for the longest time.

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I got out of my room, expecting everything was normal, like my little sister watching tv or my mom cooking food for lunch. I then looked to my right and saw my grandma holding a gun, looking at it joyfully. “MA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I asked. She told me she wanted to look at one of the guns my grandpa had kept in a chest for so long. I never knew my grandpa ever had one of those before, I thought he was just one of those grandpas who would call 911 if ever something bad happened. It turns out that he was the type to carry weapons, just in case a burglar would intrude our home to steal our prized possessions. She just thought of the memories she’s had with my grandpa, which led to her smiling at the dangerous object.

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I sat at the kitchen table, playing around with my bacon and eggs that was on the plate my mom had arranged me. “Does dad really have to leave?” I asked my mom. She walked over with a gloomy face, probably thinking of the same thing in her head. I felt pity for her, I knew she would miss him as much as I would, but we both knew it was for the better. “He needs to leave for us. He’s helping our country and everyone in the US. He’s doing a good thing.” she said. My sister and I walked out, along with my mom, with the same face on. We all gave him a long embrace, just standing there in the same position for over 2 minutes or so. We all knew he was gonna come back, happy as ever, to give my mom hugs and kisses and would be able to have another one of those family outings like those other families I’ve seen.

Coming of Age Essay Rough Draft

When I was in middle school I always had the idea of going out with my friends. I was pretty mature for my age, but I sometimes slip up and do some dumb things. They were always against the idea of me leaving the house, since they lived in the Philippines, burglaries and kidnapping incidents are very common. “What if someone puts something in your drink huh?” “What if someone kidnaps you?” my mom always asks. She always thinks of the downsides of me getting out of the house. She’s just that “overprotective” parent alongside my dad. During 6th grade, I was invited to go to the movies with my friends. “Just tell them you’re watching a kids movie!” one of my friends said. I told them I was watching “Cars” when really we were watching “Insidious 2”. They agreed, but it took a little bit of convincing. “Who’s going with you?” “How many of you are going?” “Are you sure all of those people are going?” “Are there any boys coming with you?” It was a long process but it worked, and I finally got to the movie theater.

My mom still followed me while buying the ticket, but told her to stay back so she wouldn’t see what ticket I was buying. “What time do we have to pick you up?” she asked. I misinterpreted her question and told her what time the movie started instead, which was such a bad mistake. That meant that they would be here when the movie starts, which doesn’t give me time to finish even half the movie. She left and my friends and I went to walk around to pass the time. There was even a point where we watched a part of a movie that we didn’t even pay to watch, but immediately got out, since we all felt guilty. We then bought our food, since it was almost time for our movie to start.

We got to our movie and sat in our seats while the trailers were playing. I felt really bad for telling them false information, but was also relieved that I actually came through and was able to go somewhere with my friends. We continued to watch the movie up until somehow my dad found me and sat next to me. “Why are you watching this movie?” he whispered. I could tell he was mad, with the tone of voice he was saying it in. At that time I knew I messed up bad, and I didn’t have any choice but to leave with him to go home. As I said, I wasn’t even able to watch just half the movie, and wasted my own money for a movie I barely watched. My mom gave me a long lecture in the car, as well as my dad adding on things after her. I was devastated, but I knew I deserved it for what I’d done.

I broke my parents’ trust that day, and to this day they still hesitate about saying yes when I ask to go out. I barely do anything out of school with friends now, since I’m too afraid to ask them for consent about it. I’m too afraid they’ll say no because of that one incident. But it taught me to not lie about things like that, and I won’t do it again. They still don’t give me much freedom, but let me do things from time to time when they’re in a good mood. They’re even protective of me being on the driveway, as well as having group projects that leads to going to their houses. I learned not to lie about anything this big, because they’ll find out somehow and some way. And when they do, it can affect how your parents think about you.