1 Professor My Origins I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to find an origins story when I’m one myself. When I get older and have kids of my own it will come to me more natural because now I’m still young and trying to grasp ahold of the things that have carved me. It’s hard to put these things into words because most are memories now and many things that have impacted me are gone but never forgotten. It could be the smell of peppermint that reminds me of my granny or seeing a cowboys to remind me of my uncle; It’s really crazy that one small thing can be with you forever and many don’t even realize these things will affect you but I do. Some of these is what drives to be the best person I can be to my friends and family and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a part of them in me. My name is Anrique Gerard Ellery; born in Lebanon Kentucky on January 11, 1997. My parents are Richard Ellery and Ann Thomas. I was the youngest out of 2 sisters; my oldest sister Niya; I never got the chance to live with because she moved out when she was 15 so I wasn’t born yet. My parents split up when I was 3 because of my dad’s drug addiction. Being that young nobody tells you what’s going on because they know you would understand. Being that age the only thing I was worried about was cartoons and pancakes. We moved in with my grandparents in Springfield Kentucky where I attended Head-Start and later my mom found a boyfriend that later became her husband a couple years later. We moved to Danville Kentucky, with my mom and sister(Simone). At the time I hated it because this wasn’t our choice, we didn’t want to leave everyone we knew and live with a man we didn’t know at all. My second oldest sister Simone is 7 years older than me and was in high school when I was in elementary school so she would always walk me to school because my mom worked nights since before I was born that lead to her not being around much. So I needed a baby sitter which was my Granny Luddie (Dads Mother). My favorite lady women in the world was my granny so every weekend I would get dropped off at her house because I didn’t like being in Danville because the kids I went to school with didn’t like me and I felt out of place. So I stayed in my hometown a lot, my mother’s parents lived down the street and family lived all of the place so if I did something bad you already know my granny would know about it. Before I got back home. She was a very religious women, she went to church on Wednesday and stayed late on Sundays to count the money. I could remember playing the drums until she got done and the smell of the peppermint in her car. She had 9 kids; 2 of my uncles died during before she did and one after she died. My uncle Sammy impacted is such a way that i couldn’t thank him enough, he taught me to smile and laugh no matter what. He knew he wasn’t living the right life but he would always make time for family and that was number 1. The first time I experiencing death was whe ...

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Professor
My Origins
I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to find an origins story
when I’m one myself. When I get older and have kids of my
own it will come to me more natural because now I’m still
young and trying to grasp ahold of the things that have carved
me. It’s hard to put these things into words because most are
memories now and many things that have impacted me are gone
but never forgotten. It could be the smell of peppermint that
reminds me of my granny or seeing a cowboys to remind me of
my uncle; It’s really crazy that one small thing can be with you
forever and many don’t even realize these things will affect you
but I do. Some of these is what drives to be the best person I
can be to my friends and family and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t
have a part of them in me.
My name is Anrique Gerard Ellery; born in Lebanon Kentucky
on January 11, 1997. My parents are Richard Ellery and Ann
Thomas. I was the youngest out of 2 sisters; my oldest sister
Niya; I never got the chance to live with because she moved out
when she was 15 so I wasn’t born yet. My parents split up when
I was 3 because of my dad’s drug addiction. Being that young
nobody tells you what’s going on because they know you would
understand. Being that age the only thing I was worried about
was cartoons and pancakes. We moved in with my grandparents
in Springfield Kentucky where I attended Head-Start and later
my mom found a boyfriend that later became her husband a
couple years later. We moved to Danville Kentucky, with my
mom and sister(Simone). At the time I hated it because this
wasn’t our choice, we didn’t want to leave everyone we knew
and live with a man we didn’t know at all. My second oldest
sister Simone is 7 years older than me and was in high school

2. when I was in elementary school so she would always walk me
to school because my mom worked nights since before I was
born that lead to her not being around much. So I needed a baby
sitter which was my Granny Luddie (Dads Mother).
My favorite lady women in the world was my granny so every
weekend I would get dropped off at her house because I didn’t
like being in Danville because the kids I went to school with
didn’t like me and I felt out of place. So I stayed in my
hometown a lot, my mother’s parents lived down the street and
family lived all of the place so if I did something bad you
already know my granny would know about it. Before I got back
home. She was a very religious women, she went to church on
Wednesday and stayed late on Sundays to count the money. I
could remember playing the drums until she got done and the
smell of the peppermint in her car. She had 9 kids; 2 of my
uncles died during before she did and one after she died. My
uncle Sammy impacted is such a way that i couldn’t thank him
enough, he taught me to smile and laugh no matter what. He
knew he wasn’t living the right life but he would always make
time for family and that was number 1. The first time I
experiencing death was when my uncle’s house had burned
down and he didn’t make it out in time. Probably the hardest
I’ve cried in my life but my granny was there to handle it with
me so seeing her reaction to losing another son and being so
strong for the whole family impacted me in such a way that felt
like I needed to be that person for my family; The Rock. My
grandmother had breast cancer in early years and had it taken
care of but it later came back when I was I middle. You know
it’s a big transformation going from grade school to middle
school and I’m starting to get friend and feel welcomed in my
new home. When one day my granny sits me down to tell me the
cancer has come back and she doesn’t have long but she said we
have to be strong. That’s when my whole world came
s=crashing down; now the rock of the family couldn’t be strong
for us we had to be strong for her and it wasn’t right that this
was happening to her. She always said God had a plan but why

3. would he let you get sick; this is when my religious beliefs
started to change and I started to question God. When my
grandmother died of spinal cancer my family became really
distant and i sunk into depression; I thought of not going to
church with her and not hearing voice again and just thinking
about all things I should have done to help but I didn’t. I
blamed myself for something I had no control over it took its
toll on my mind and body. In the mist of my depression; on my
mother’s side of the family started dying every year and seemed
like there was no hope or this thing was never going to stop. I
started to fear death like I was going to die soon and not be able
to live a full life. I just wasn’t the same person but my older
sister sat down with me on a vacation, she could tell I wasn’t
feeling right and she just let her feeling out about her child
hood and I let out mines and it helped me in ways I cant even
put into words. She showed me that death is a normal thing and
it happens all the time and we can’t control it. So we have no
choice but to be close and loving to the family and friends we
still have with us. This is why I’m relaxed because I had to find
peace with myself before I could move forward with life and
after I did that I finally started living.
When I finally became a freshman I was overwhelmed at the
people and different personalities and the cliques around school.
I played football so I could be cool and fit in but I knew that
really wasn’t for me in the long run. After my freshman year
many people knew me and many disliked me; I couldn’t
understand why but it hurt not being accepted by everyone. My
sophomore year I feel into the wrong crowd and stopped playing
sports, smoking, and making bad grades. This wasn’t like me at
all and my mother working nights and not really playing the
mother role because she had to be both parents because my dad
wasn’t around and my step dad wasn’t a father figure to me
because seeing him cheat on my mother and she go on everyday
like she didn’t know what was going on when she did made me
very angry. So I was just mad at the world for so many reasons
when really i shouldn’t be; I was blaming other people for my

4. actions and wasn’t taking the blame. When I was in middle
school my sister moved out and fell into a bad crowd that got
her arrested. I felt like why her she hasn’t done anything and
after sitting back I thinking and writing her from jail it made me
think of my actions. Is that really where I wanted to be if I keep
doing the things I am doing; that’s when I stopped hanging with
those people because they were never going to go anywhere in
life but jail or dead and didn’t want end the same. So around my
junior year of high school I started back sports and went hard in
my classes to make up for the year before. I started back
running track and playing basketball, also I started working my
first job. My mom started coming to my games and talking to
me more as a real mother would do, for once it felt like she
cared about my school and my goals in life. At this point I’m
starting to become the person I want to be; I had very successful
year in track winning the state championship in the 300m
hurdles and had risen my GPA to a 3.5. Going into summer I
wanted to focus on things to move me forward so I started
working another job for the City of Danville at the Water
Filtration Plant. It was a summer job 5 days a week from 8am to
4pm so I had to learn how to manage my time wisely while
starting 2-Aday practices for soccer and working at a restaurant
at night. My mom ended up buying me my car because she saw
that I was trying to better myself even though I had the choice
not work if I didn’t want to. When school started I still managed
to keep both jobs and b lack sports and I rose my GPA to a 3.7
while doing of this this. In my mind it was getting me ready for
the future, sometimes I felt like the things that had happened to
me in the past made me grow up faster and made me stronger.
Even though my dad wasn’t there all the time I still knew he
loved me and wish he could be with me so when he moved
closer we started to get that connection back that had been lost
over the years and till this day we are still working on it and all
of his flaws and bad that he made doesn’t affect the way I
perceive him. It actually taught me something that will take to
the grave and that’s that you can’t let others get to you, you

5. have to be happy because you want to not because of someone
else. Also he taught me that world is so much bigger than you
think so your possibilities are endless so I need to guide the
way inside of follow. Summing up senior year Id been working
hard in track and had made a name for my self being the
defending state champion, when state came around I got a text
that morning from my dad saying he couldn’t make it, im
thinking my own dad couldn’t make it to my big day. So I was
getting mad and realize that I was so selfish for thinking that
because I know he is doing is up most best to make it but had to
work I know that’s life I couldn’t be made. I just knew what I
had to-do and that was go hard so I can show him the metal
after i win so he could be proud. This track meet taught me a lot
even though many probably don’t think it could but it did. After
getting disqualified in my first race it taught me that stuff
happens and you have a bad day but you can’t let that ruin
everything just have to harder the next time. When it was time
to defend my title I was ready and hungry for the 1st place that
I deserved, but things happen and at the end of the race I
cramped and fell over the last hurdle. Thinking in my head why
me, things always go bad and I don’t know why but you can’t
think like that you just have to get up and keep going. Knowing
that and what I had to do I got up and crossed the finish line
still placing first, the defending state champion of the 300m
hurdles. Even though I could of broke a state record with my
time if I didn’t fall but I’m glad I did fall because it wouldn’t
had taught me such a great lesson that will be with me forever
and it wouldn’t had lead me to this this great institution that my
at now. So I believe that all things happens for a reason and this
was destined.