Coming Clean Prompt

Prompt:

Since I read two books and am in Comp. II and A.P. Eng. I asked Mr. Acton if I could write a poem; he agreed to it, but before I get into the poem I will tell a little bit about the books. One was called Coming Clean and the other was called A Million Little Pieces. One is an autobiography and the other a biography. At first the author of the second book, A Million Little Pieces, called it an autobiography but it was discovered that he lied and some of the book was stories from other people so the publisher changed it. Coming Clean was about a girl who grew up in a loving yet dirty environment. Her dad was a hoarder and later when her mother grows sick she starts ordering things and begins hoarding things herself. the author talks about her experience, having mixed emotions for her parents. She knows they loved her exceedingly so, but she questions what would have been put first. Her or her parent’s stuff? A Million Little Pieces begins rather oddly, where at the age of 23 the author wakes up on a plane to find his four front teeth knocked out, his nose broken, and a hole through his cheek. He had no idea where plane was heading nor an recollection of the past two weeks. An alcoholic for ten years and crack addict for three, he checked into a treatment facility shortly after landing. There he was told he could either stop using or die before he reached 24. This is his story of his 6 weeks in rehab. This poem is about Coming Clean.

Advice

Prompt: Describe a time when you received advice that had a positive influence on your life. (Application essay option to Simpson). 

 

“Watch where you’re going not where you’ve been.” Ever since I was little I have been a clumsy person. I am always tripping up stairs or down stairs or over my own feet. Accident prone one would call me. My adopted mother said this phrase, “Watch where you’re going not where you’ve been,” to me multiple times in one week, but the first time I took the saying as life advice was while walking through a store parking lot when I tripped over a lid to slushy drink. Something so simple, and I still tripped. Again, as I said, I am accident prone. But it clicked as I tripped over this lid. I need to look in front of me for inspiration and not always my past. I was put into foster-care in 2006 and adopted in 2009. My past may be my motivation in my life, but my main form of reasoning needs to be what is in front of me not behind me. I may want to be a Social Worker to help other children who went through abuse like I did, but I need to do it for the children, not for myself. I believe if I focus on the past rather than having it be a background influence I would be overrun with the mentality of being a victim. The best advice I have received was to watch where I was going not where I have been.