Profile Assignment

The summer after my senior year was a very exciting time for me. I had just completed high school, and ended a particularly intense and difficult year. I was also about to embark on a year of studying in Israel, a country I had only been to once before. As I started to get things together toward the middle of the summer however, my life went a little insane.
It was a Thursday evening, I wasn't feeling well during dinner so I went upstairs to my bedroom, avoided the brand new suitcases laying on my floor as I crossed my room and lay down in my bed. I was half asleep and was thinking I should go downstairs to help clean up dinner. And then half my ceiling came crashing down. I think I started screaming then, but I do clearly remember my mom shouting if everyone was all right. I yelled that my ceiling had fallen. Thankfully, it was on the side of the room that I was not in, so I wasn't hurt.
My dad was the first to the open door, and told me to put on shoes and climb over. Shaking, I told him I didn't have any- they were underneath the wreckage. I then remembered that I had left a pair downstairs, which he quickly went to get and threw to me. I climbed over my ceiling, and made it out of the room. Crying and shaking, I hugged my parents.
My parents didn't know what to do at that point, with my ceiling sitting on my floor so they called my grandfather. He came over and told us to call the insurance company. The insurance company told us they couldn't come for a week, but to get the mess cleaned up. The cleaning crew told us they couldn't come until Sunday.
At this point it was getting late, and I realized I didn't have clothes to wear. I couldn't go into my room. So, as my dad taped trash bags to my bedroom doorpost to keep the dust and insulation from getting to the rest of the house, my mom took me to Target to make sure I had enough clothes to wear until Sunday, when the cleaning crew came and I could get back into my room.
Once my mom and I finished shopping, she took my sister and me to my grandparents house to sleep. My mom and dad stayed home that night to make sure nothing else happened to the house.
This event was both a dramatic and significant point in my life. I had been almost ready to leave everything, to go off and live in a different country and then never really permanently come home. I'd be home for the summer and breaks, but after that I was off to college. But, I hadn't been ready. When I left for Israel, I didn't get to say goodbye to the room I had spent 8 years making my own. That was taken away from me. I had to move on with my life a little earlier than planned. I think this was a significant turning point in my life because after my ceiling crashed, one thing after another led to my parents deciding to move away from a house that they moved into twenty years ago. A home I have lived in all my life. But, the part that was truly mine was gone long before the decision to move.
This experience taught me a lot about myself and how to handle life when things get tough.