Idea for short essay 2

I believe for my short essay 2 I would like to discuss how my life is school and work, both full time as a young adult. I want to share my experiences, happy and stressful. I would like to discuss how working full time for a law firm while finishing my bachelors degree has shaped me into the woman I am. The people in my life who have supported me and who have dealt with my mood swings throughout these years. I also will discuss how I am planning to graduate in the spring and where I hope to end up/what I will do immediately following commencement. 

Short essay 1 draft

Alessia D’Anna

Short Draft 1

November 13, 2013

“Terrible 22’s, or are they?”

It most likely started with an awesome rated R movie you saw in 6^th grade, as you watched in excitement saying to your friends, “Only 7 more years until that’s us!” Or maybe it began with a “cool” story someone’s unfiltered older sibling told you about how they were up all night partying and boozing and totally skipped classes all week. Wherever you were when you first began to think about college, you were most likely years away from the first time you would physically walk into a dorm and understand what things like easy mac/cup of noodles, hangovers and bad decisions really meant.

Despite what you might have heard from word of mouth, you didn’t really know what to expect from the after high school fraction of your life, but think you have some sort of indistinguishable idea and if you’re lucky, you also have a team of friends taking these steps with you and an even larger family encouraging you to keep moving forward! What nobody really explains though, or perhaps they themselves don’t have a grasp on it just yet, is what it feels like at the “end of the road.” Everyone wants to talk about the party but nobody wants to explain what 6 am feels like afterwards. That’s why I’m here, to present the 22 things that Taylor Swift didn’t teach you about being 22:

1. You will be tired. So tired, and not from day drinking.

2. Love feels scary, yet comfortable and primal.

3. Most of your friends don’t give a shit about you.

4. Luckily your family does, even if it may be a little too much at times.

5. Feeding yourself becomes more of a burden than you ever thought possible.

6. Errands are a real thing that requires careful planning and dedicated follow through.

7. You will actually use a lot of the random shit that you said you would never use in school.

8. Unfortunately you somehow did not learn enough random shit and will frequently say really dumb shit at work. Out loud, probably in front of your boss.

9. “How’s work?” will be the only question anyone ever asks you.

10. Money. It leaves as quickly as it comes.

11. If you do anything kinda grown up with your boyfriend/girlfriend people will think you’re getting married.

12. Your family will start to get weird about you getting married. THEY NEVER STOP ASKING!

13. Having no rules will be really fucking scary.

14. It’s harder than you think to make friends, especially good ones.

15. People are racist.

16. You will be selfish without knowing you’re being selfish.

17. You will do great things, because you are confident enough to know you can.

18. Ambition can feel suffocating.

19. You will find gray hairs, and if you haven’t yet… just wait… they’re coming.

20. You will drink to survive not to party.

21. Most of this drinking will be at home, on your couch, in your sweat pants.. and you’ll find that you’re surprisingly more than ok with that.

22. Anything really is possible.

Brainstorming for short essay

For my short essay I do have a few ideas, however I am not sure how I feel about them. Therefore, I will share a list of ideas I may be interested in writing about. Then in class, I want to touch on them individually to see if there are any facts, memories, etc. that I will be able to work with.

1. Work & School combined
2. Friendships - particular ones.
3. Family, Italy v. America
4. In-laws
5. Nephews
6. Being 22, growing older. (How do I feel about it?)

Long essay 2 Draft

Alessia D’Anna

Long Essay 2 Draft

Death then Love

            December 10, 2011 is the day my life changed forever, it is the day I felt whole again, I felt happy and most importantly, I felt loved. My life was finally coming together, even though I was only 20 years old, and since then it has been better than I ever imagined possible. However, all of this change did not come easily; I had suffered immensely and gone through things I wouldn’t wish on anyone, not even someone I hate.

            Two years prior to December 2011 I had suffered a great loss, no.. I had suffered two great losses. In 2009 my uncle was taken from my family in a drunken driving accident where the driver struck my uncle who was crossing the street, and left him on the street to die. As expected in any situation, time healed me and my family of our pain. Finally, I was beginning to feel like myself again. Until May 8, 2010 when I got a call at 4 a.m. “Alessia...” she said faintly over the phone, tears in her throat as she practically choked on her words, “Hernan is dead, he died.”

The next thing I knew I was on the floor in my hall way screaming and crying uncontrollably as my parents tried to hold me and calm me down. Up all night long I kept re-playing that horrible memory back in my head. “How did I even get downstairs in the hallway?” “I don’t remember walking down my stairs; I don’t even remember hanging up the phone with Maria when she told me.” “All I remember was screaming into the phone then screaming on the floor downstairs.” “I don’t remember anything else.” “This has to be a nightmare.” All of these thoughts were running through my head as I lay in my bed that morning after the call, feeling lifeless.

            The following year after his death had been my worst. I had lost my best friend in a drunken driving accident on the Garden State Parkway, after just losing my uncle the same way a year before. Not only was Hernan Sanchez my best friend, but there were romantic feelings between the two of us. No, I was not in love with him but I loved him dearly. I loved him because of who he was. He was kind, loving, friendly to all, smart, extremely ambitious and had such an amazing sense of humor. A month or two before his passing we had decided that maybe we could try to be more than friends. We would hang out almost every day, always in groups of friends, never alone; which I am so thankful for now.  Who knows what could have happened had we been alone, and that could have made my grieving one thousand times worse than it already had been.

However there was always something standing in our way, whether it was scared feelings to move further, or other people trying to ruin our potential, therefore although we tried, we were never officially dating. Not only had I lost my best friend but I had to witness the pain and suffering that his parents and family had gone through. I lived in constant fear that something terrible was going to happen again. I was afraid to leave my home because I thought I might not come back, and my parents would go through what his have gone through.

As time went on, I began to feel better, day by day, but never 100% the same. Until the day I met Tomasz Wisniewski. Actually, I met Tommy in 2007, we had been high school friends and classmates. Tommy was on the soccer team and had a different group of friends than I did, but we were always friendly with one another. We kept in touch from time to time through social networks. Exchanging happy birthdays every year and liking pictures of one another here and there. Then one day, two years after high school I saw Tommy at Kean, in the cafeteria, wearing a green hoodie and I couldn’t stop smiling. As my friend and I walked passed him and some of his friends in the cafeteria we waved hello and she leaned and whispered to me, “Wow, Tommy got so cute!” “I know, holy crap!” I responded and we both laughed as we walked out of the door.

To my surprise Tommy and I began talking more often just weeks after seeing each other. Eventually we exchanged phone numbers and even went on a date or two. And by date I mean, saying we both have to study in the library, just as an excuse to hang out. Usually, the thought of having a “date” at the library would sound comical to me and I would expect to be taken out to dinner, or something a “typical” date consists of. But that night, November 13, 2011, at the library, was the most fun and best time I had had in months. Both of us were extremely nervous but we laughed, talked all night and flirted as the time passed us by so quickly. As we headed home and Tommy  dropped me off all I could think about was how bad I wanted to see him again, everyday after that.

Two years later Tommy and I have still been dating, and the past two years and have been the happiest days of my life. Although as time has passed we have experienced some difficult times in our relationship, the good times we have and have had outweigh the bad days by far. I could never imagine my life without him and I will always do everything in my power to make sure I never have to. Now, at 22 years old I am the happiest I have ever been, my happiness and love for Tommy grows each day and I am so confident that it will only continue to get better. Not only has Tommy made me happy as my boyfriend, but more importantly as my best friend; he is my confidant. Everyday and night he is the person I want to talk to, to tell him how my day went, the person I want to spend the most time with, the person I want to make proud. He is the person I want to share my feelings with, be my true self with, and make my memories with.

Our relationship is a learning process and experience for both of us everyday. There are some days that are better than others, nothing is perfect. Above any and all arguments, disagreements or frustration, our love beats the odds. I remind him as often as I can that he is the one who saved me when I truly needed saving. Although he may not understand in full the things I went through and the terrible emotions I felt, and I hope with my whole heart that he never has to, I will always have those terrible memories in the back of my head. The only difference is now, I have beautiful memories and things to look forward to above those rough times.

Sometimes I hear my own screams in my head, the screams I let out that night I learned about Hernans passing and I cringe. The pain I went through was excruciating, but the happiness I feel now is overwhelming. Not a day, not even a moment, passes by that I am not thankful for Tommy. He is my reason to wake up every morning; he is my past, my present, my future, my purpose, my best friend, my lover, my life.

I will never forget the friend I lost; he will always be in my heart and in my memories. I know deep down inside that he is watching over me, I know that he is happy for me, proud of me and excited for what my future holds. I also know that I am one of the luckiest women in the world, because I fell in love with my best friend. Thank you, Tomek, for all you are and all you do. I love you, five.