Challenges That Shape My Personal Life

I should be writing an essay but am struggling with the following prompt: Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors caused you to grow?
I'm wondering now how I will write it so that it makes sense, and is not a series of thoughts that don't fit.
"challenges". i haven't had too many. I don't have much money, that is a challenge. But does that relate to my aspiration of wanting to help others? I suppose. Of wanting to positively change the world because the ignorance that is more and more apparent every day disgusts me? Maybe.
My day:
As expected, when my alarm went off at 630am I sprang out of bed and into the shower more quickly than usual. I think because the three hours of sleep (330-630) felt like a nap that rejuvenated me.
It was an 850 day, but I chose to not sleep in. I walked to Starbucks and sat against a wall by the movie theatre where I talked to a friend. I cried briefly but regained composure because things were looking up. Inside I wanted to sit and write, but bumped into a Freshman bud who I talked to for about fifty minutes (about teachers and homework and weird policies at our school). We walked when it was time.
And so at school I was awake. I felt pretty antsy all day and wanted to talk but at the same time wanted to explain absolutely nothing. My classmates again frustrated me with ignorance. I missed people that weren't at school that should have been.
After school I went with friends to buy tickets to a concert tomorrow, but I wasn't in the conversation and I couldn't really focus.
Then I had tennis. Where I played like crap, total crap. It was as though the lack of sleep had caught up with me. I felt incredibly lazy and had no energy to put in. People are nice to say "no don't worry about it" after i apologize for fucking up yet another point in the game that probably doesn't matter anyways. Also it was very hot out. And after each point i closed my eyes and was sure I could fall asleep (or faint) at any moment. I was just so tired I couldn't think or focus on the game or anything.
I got home and wanted peace, but everyone was arguing. Then at dinner I felt pressed for time because dinner itself was taking away from the time I had.
Now I need to write that essay, and I just....dont know. I love writing, yet I can't just WRITE the essay.
repeat me. repeat me. repeat me.
feeling antsy
This weekend is going to be fucking brilliant. Am I right?
fucking.brilliant.
Anything I could say is contradictory.
I think my senior quote will be
"do i contradict myself?
(i am large. i contain multitudes)"
because i continue to identify to it and to me it means so much that all makes sense.
the music is so beautiful.
it's cool how looking through binoculars, one sees the image in one unified circle. It is interesting to me and I want to center the object in the circle and gaze forever.
Now might be a good time to talk to me because i have a string of thoughts. But please, no superficial bull, ignorance, or feeling obliged to be polite. Just be simple.
AND
loveloveloveyou.