In 7th grade, my attitude was terrible. I would talk back to teachers, yell at other students and not do my homework. My mother tried to get my brother and I to go to therapy but it never actually happened. My similarities to Hamlet 's emotions occured in middle school when I saw my father 's true colors. My mother had recently lost her job and consequently it became tight financially.
Thats the question i ask my self everyday these past couple of months. I feel as if I never made my own decisions in life. I always depended on my guardians and others to help make my decisions . It’s good to get help from others to make decisions but not all the time. There were time where I would like to do certain things and i would ask a friend how they felt about it and if they negatively commented I would automatically change my mind , there would be parties I would not want to go to but the people i surrounded my self around wanted to go I would force my self to go.
It’s like having the same nightmare every night and waking up feeling the same way you felt the day before. Not happy or sad, just mad. Many times I have to take a step back and check myself more often these days, so I don’t lose my shit. The sad truth of the matter is that the life I was accustomed to no longer existed. Now like most families my family is not perfect by any means, and I admit that
James J. Braddock, Mae Braddock and their wonder kids in the movie “Cinderella Man” showed us the changes people of the 30’s faced as the Great Depression hit and the life changing decisions they made in order to cope with the situation bro upon them. That up to this day many have yet to recover from and still live if fear of such a time repeating itself. A time where everything was used to the last drop. While on the other had the newer generations will never understand such a struggle. Many children nowadays will throw out the ketchup bottle when it's not coming out smoothly, but in the 30’ that was never an option you scraped it all out till the last
Marching band taught me how to love again. A past band member who had actually been right in front of me for the past five years was standing on the sideline that night and somehow I believe that God placed him in my life to show me that my future is right in front of me. If it would not have been for my boyfriend waving at me one year ago, I do not really know how my life would have turned out. When Alex came into my life everything shifted, I actually had something to look forward to every morning I woke. Alex made everything better and actually took my mind off the fact that my parents were getting a divorce.
Students never have a complete experience except on the installment plan (Gatto, part I, pars 11). I received flashbacks from my childhood, when I knew there could have been additional work to do before the bell rang. I always ended up being swept away into a completely different environment to advance skills in a random field of knowledge. To counter my agreement, the set class times did help in my erudition to what studies I relished more and the areas which I felt were unbearable. This determined my time management based on interests outside of school.
My Collapse and Restitution When people see me walking through the halls of school, or walking down the street they may see me as an underachiever, or even a slacker; if they had seen me last year or the year before perhaps they would have been right. My Freshman and Sophomore year I struggled to pass many of my classes. I had begun to give up on anything school related for the purpose of "enjoying my youth while I still could". Back in November of my Freshman year my Uncle Gary passed away suddenly of a heart attack which made me begin to realize the importance of living a full life and doing what is important to you. To tell the truth, I despise the idea of becoming someone who works in an office for the entirety of their life in a dead
One time I ended up kicking a ball in Big Base and fell down because my knee had popped. Another time I walked down our stairs, and it slipped. Six months after the first time falling, I needed surgery. Normally on a Friday morning, I would have ridden the bus to school and hung around until class started. Instead, I hopped into my mom’s suburban, and we rode to St. Gabriel’s Hospital in Little Falls.
Through my experiences in life I have realized that things do not always go as planned and I had learned to accept all changes in my life, except for situations where I had to say goodbye. My quince was everything I had hoped for, but sadly not everyone I had pictured there were able to attend. The absence of my grandfather affected me more than anyone could tell that night. The memory of how I lost him still leaves me in tears every time I remember it. From time to time my grandpa would stop to visit and take us to his ranch; those were the good old days.
I had no idea Jaime felt the way he did. When someone talks about suicide I cringe; I get chills, and I just feel uncomfortable talking about it .Just remembering the night of December 22nd, the call we got from my aunt saying Jaime got into an “accident.” I thought he had broken a leg or arm because he really loved to skate board. The feeling I got when I heard he passed but never imagined why or how, i was overcome with grief, a sickness in my stomach. Every time Christmas comes around, it isn’t christmas for my family. I changed as a person because not only do.
For twenty two minus eighteen years I have been retrying my first shot a college. Much to my distress and misery, I will never catch what the kids in my neighborhood coined the juice. The juice in this since is motivation, determination, drive, and bloodlust. I have come to the inhumane loss of hope, the end of a candidacy. I am on my last chance to prove to myself I am not a failure.
Advanced levels of my peers compared to me showed where the previous school had, nonetheless I demonstrated my dedication by following through with clarinet and joining marching band in 8th grade while mostly everyone in my class had quit. Auditioning for the All-County Honor’s Band my freshman year showed to be a wise decision and after being accepted, above the junior classmate who played clarinet with myself, I was awarded first chair in band. Continuing still with participating in solo and ensemble, and once again when I told my band director last year I wanted to play a Class B solo, he told me I wasn’t capable of it. Although, I played half of it that year for comments only, and took it this year for a rating only to earn a 2 (Excellent). One of my biggest accomplishments in band would have to be being accepted into the All Ohio State Fair Band, as one of the 40 out of the 52 that