When I said that I could sit where I wanted she was so ticked at me. At the end of sixth grade she had a sleepover with a couple other friends. I told my mom I didn’t want to go because I couldn’t take anymore of it so I didn’t go. Her mom picked up that something going wrong between us and texted my mom about it. I cried and cried and cried.
After that moment I regretted everything I did and I had to go to the fire classes everyday. The fire classes were so boring and exhausting, I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be there, because I knew better then to light a blanket on fire. But after a while me and my parents moved away to Woodbridge Virginia where I met new people, went to a new school, it was a whole new lifestyle. I never saw Paris again, I then learned a huge lesson at the age of 8, something I would’ve never imagined happened to me . Thanks to that moment, I now will never forget to use fire properly and not to play around with fire, it is no
Colonel White stood in the front of the room and bellowed, “ And your company commander….. Vaden.” JROTC has changed my life. The moment I started ROTC, I felt as if it would be the worst four years of my life. I couldn’t believe my mom was making me do this, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer. I had always had this idea that ROTC was like a class for children in high school who was just too lazy to run a lap on the track. Maybe their parents forced them, but I just felt like it wasn’t for me.
I don’t have a job, but I try my best to get the money that I need to help with getting food on the table, but not all the time I can get a job on the streets, but my Father tells me I should try out for the army but I decline every time he asks me other times I just don’t respond but every time I think tomorrow is another day. I never really respected my parents I always thought they just had children so they could follow in their legacy, but they really never talk to us, Dad yells at the TV when anything about America comes on and Mom just thinks about her looks and never once I have seen them put attention on us. Before I went to bed, I went to go say “good night” when I open the door to Aimi darksome room, I see a bunny doll with buttons as eyes on the floor I start to think back on when it is a Aimi fifth birthday granny bought her a present a doll. Aimi loved it, she would have make pretend tea party with it few months later granny past and no one told Aimi until she found out herself when granny wasn’t visiting often and she found the puzzle pieces and put them together and after that she was downhearted and I had to comfort a five- year- old girl who lost her
My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.
My mom finished elementary school and high school, but never went to college, I'm sure my mom wanted to go to college, but couldn't so she's pushing my sister and I to do well in high school and graduate so that we can go to college and get good paying jobs. Another difficult event my mother went through was when my mom lost her job and she was home all the time cleaning and cooking dinner before we got home and since my mom lost her job we were on food stamps so we would get a certain amount every week and we had to spend it wisely and had to try to get everything we really needed and forget about things we didn't necessarily need. For the holidays my mom signed up for this thing called Santa GIrls where she had to write me and my sisters names and our age and every Christmas ladies would could to our door with a bag full of toys that was meant for kids our age to play with I was happy that my mom did what she could to get gifts for my sister and I because we were in a difficult time. A terrible thing happened this year and my mom was really really
I felt ashamed, I thought about a possible life of this woman. Maybe, her crack-down on me and other younger and more successful people were the only “light” in her miserable life. Maybe, I left her without her favorite eggs for the next week with the aid of my briefcase, and she was not able to buy a new pack because of the low salary. However, I stopped to worry about my actions soon. This little revenge was a natural reaction on the longstanding pressure.
I got so stressed out and over whelmed I had a break down to my parents and told them I don’t like being an adult it’s so hard. My mother said well, you was so in a rush to be grown and didn’t want to follow no one rules so you got what you wanted. You just didn’t know what you putting yourself into I told you to stay a kid as long as you can know it’s too late .My 20th-22th I always wished I would have listened to my parents about trying to grow up so fast. Know I have to manage two jobs and go to school just to make my ends meet. I didn’t have mommy or daddy there to give things to me or buy me things any more.
After getting divorced, my mother’s depression worsened and she was unable to complete everyday tasks such as grocery shopping, paying bills, or taking my siblings to school. Once I recognized the need for these tasks, I took the initiative to take care of them. When schoolwork and volleyball practices increased, I found myself unable to take care of my family which resulted in guilt. Ultimately, I quit the volleyball team because I felt responsible for taking care of my mom and younger siblings. I felt as if I needed to get a job so I could begin financially providing for them as well.
In the beginning I was scared to report the activities to my supervisor last year, Mr. Takeaway. My predecessor, Lee experienced the same things and gave me a warning but she too was too scared to say anything. So for two years she experienced being harassed and never reported it. When she took me to Pretoria Industrial High School she told me to never ever wear dresses or skirts at the school for my