english comp essay 1
02/01/07
Escape of the bubble boy
English Comp1: Essay 1
By: Adrian Doell
I was a stupid kid, wandering through life with no direction.
From my childhood until age eighteen, I was spoon-fed, never taught how to survive the world on my own.
I sort of just sat there and let people do things for me.
I was homeschooled my entire life, your typical sheltered, churchgrown, bubble boy. I grew up in a perfect little world that doesn't exist.
I had no realization of this world, the crime that goes on every day, or the bad people who commit those crimes. As they say, "Ignorance is bliss".
At the age of nineteen, I began to see the world for what it is. I started to break away from the box that I was kept in for so many years.
I began to rebel against my parents, if they said something I would do the complete opposite. Shortly after, I was asked to leave.
Finding myself with no other venue, I sought out to close friends, as I had a few who were in the same situation.
We called it the couch tour, it's exactly the way it sounds, we would go from house to house, from couch to couch.
We would stay as long as we could, and when we were asked to leave, we did.
As you can imagine, it was hard to keep a steady job, not knowing where I would wind up in the next couple of days.
Some of the places weren't the best environment for a person with virtually no life experience, and no streetsmarts whatsoever.
I experimented a little bit with drug use but never really enjoyed it or desired to continue.
For a while, I gave up, lost hope, and didn't care anymore.
You know you say losing all hope is freedome, but I would disagree, I think that other than my close friends, and my God, my hope is the only thing that kept me alive.
I have friends that did everything they could do for me, from letting me live with them, to driving me to job interviews, because my car had been totaled.
A year before I had given up and dropped out of school. I had never finished anything I
started.
This process went on for two years. It was the longest two years of my life.
Then it happened, I started running out of options, basically struggling to find a place to stay. My parents had moved to oregon, therefore I couldn't fall back on them.
So I decided to call my brother, who had made me an offer months before. I told him my situation, that I pretty much had no chance in survival, and asked him if his offer was still good.
I told him I would only be there till I got on my feet and raised enough money to go back home, and wouldn't be much trouble at all.
He informed me that there would be rules, regulations, and expectations. He was willing to help me in any way possible.
Keep in mind that I had not seen my brother in about two years, and we barely knew eachother at this point. At the end of the lengthy conversation, he invited me to come stay with him.
I packed my backpack, because everything else was with my parents house in oregon, and then said goodby to my friends, they were not only accepting of what I was doing, but even proud of me.
The next day I hopped on a bus, left everything I ever knew, and everyone I loved behind me.
Escape of the bubble boy
English Comp1: Essay 1
By: Adrian Doell
I was a stupid kid, wandering through life with no direction.
From my childhood until age eighteen, I was spoon-fed, never taught how to survive the world on my own.
I sort of just sat there and let people do things for me.
I was homeschooled my entire life, your typical sheltered, churchgrown, bubble boy. I grew up in a perfect little world that doesn't exist.
I had no realization of this world, the crime that goes on every day, or the bad people who commit those crimes. As they say, "Ignorance is bliss".
At the age of nineteen, I began to see the world for what it is. I started to break away from the box that I was kept in for so many years.
I began to rebel against my parents, if they said something I would do the complete opposite. Shortly after, I was asked to leave.
Finding myself with no other venue, I sought out to close friends, as I had a few who were in the same situation.
We called it the couch tour, it's exactly the way it sounds, we would go from house to house, from couch to couch.
We would stay as long as we could, and when we were asked to leave, we did.
As you can imagine, it was hard to keep a steady job, not knowing where I would wind up in the next couple of days.
Some of the places weren't the best environment for a person with virtually no life experience, and no streetsmarts whatsoever.
I experimented a little bit with drug use but never really enjoyed it or desired to continue.
For a while, I gave up, lost hope, and didn't care anymore.
You know you say losing all hope is freedome, but I would disagree, I think that other than my close friends, and my God, my hope is the only thing that kept me alive.
I have friends that did everything they could do for me, from letting me live with them, to driving me to job interviews, because my car had been totaled.
A year before I had given up and dropped out of school. I had never finished anything I
started.
This process went on for two years. It was the longest two years of my life.
Then it happened, I started running out of options, basically struggling to find a place to stay. My parents had moved to oregon, therefore I couldn't fall back on them.
So I decided to call my brother, who had made me an offer months before. I told him my situation, that I pretty much had no chance in survival, and asked him if his offer was still good.
I told him I would only be there till I got on my feet and raised enough money to go back home, and wouldn't be much trouble at all.
He informed me that there would be rules, regulations, and expectations. He was willing to help me in any way possible.
Keep in mind that I had not seen my brother in about two years, and we barely knew eachother at this point. At the end of the lengthy conversation, he invited me to come stay with him.
I packed my backpack, because everything else was with my parents house in oregon, and then said goodby to my friends, they were not only accepting of what I was doing, but even proud of me.
The next day I hopped on a bus, left everything I ever knew, and everyone I loved behind me.