Her transition is hard to deal with, especially as a child because there’s not much she could do. Even when we talked in private, she told me she didn’t need anything. I noticed that she has a wall up, and doesn’t like to talk about it. Part of the reason I believe is because we haven’t worked as much together for her to feel comfortable to let me know about her personal life. After making an arrangement to get her family dinner sent home twice a week, you could tell in her eyes she was feeling better.
The lack of time is from all of her school activities, leaving only around two hours maximum of free time, which Flora would usually use as her ‘rest time’. Her social anxiety prevents her from interacting with other people so she does not like going to very public places to do exercise for fear of being judged by others. Finally, when flora was a kid, she was forced to do physical activity, even when she didn 't want to so she now has very negative memories regarding physical
Every time she did any kind of activities after school, the activity would be volunteer work of some type of club for the students. She was not very interested in sports and never spent time after school trying to do athletic things. She did enjoy going outside to read, play, and get fresh air. Unlike Tica, I was very athletic in school. I loved getting out of school and go to cheerleading practice, dance practice, and even marksmanship practice.
My grandmother Vidalia Garcia was born on September 15th, 1945 and was later adopted by Pedro and Herlinda Garcia in 1946 when she was One years old. Although I never had the pleasure of meeting my great grandparents from what my grandmother could tell me in her interview they were pretty strict. She didn’t have much of a childhood growing up her parents were always around and anytime she wanted to go out to the movies they would always have to go with her or else she wasn’t allowed to go. Being able to have private conversations on a cell phone unlike today is not the easiest task to do. On September 11th, 1946 we had the 1st mobile long distance car to car telephone conversation.
Ever since they had been in California she had been dying to go back home. There was something about the feeling of being alone and having to take care of things herself that felt uncomfortable to her. April on the other hand, was the complete opposite. The simple fact that there was no one there to pick her classes or tell her what to invest was aa wave of relief to her. The girls had always lived under the wing of their silk-stocking parents and they had quite opposing thoughts on it.
At 46 years old, I was not a spring chicken, and was unsure if I could handle it or even fit in. The class started out with 120 students, all young enough to be my children, talk about the generation gap. Having to work twice as hard to keep up with my younger counterparts, I befriended several of the classmates, which until today I still keep in touch. In addition, it was difficult to juggle, between responsibilities and school, so family time was challenging. Remembering back, the hours spent studying late into the night because it was the only quiet time available.
Lyddie is already making more money than the other factory girls, and through the summer, in Chapter 12 ( I will Not be a Slave ) everyone in the factory work extremely hard, however, Lyddie is putting in greater effort than everyone else. With most factory girls gone, Lyddie is even more dedicated and this is shown through how much she gets paid. “The pay reflected her proficiency. She was making almost $2.50 a well above her $1.75 board. While the other girls grumbled that their piece rates had dropped so that it had hardly been worth slaving…” ( Paterson, p. 86) The implication is, Lyddie is not paid by the hour, but also from how much fabric she makes.
Throughout the first week of EOF I’ve learned about many things, but most importantly be grateful for the opportunity getting a higher education beyond a high school degree, that majority of people like me can 't afford. Transition from high school into college is a huge difference because you are now in your own, and even though there are people on campus to help you, you have to take responsibility for your own self. One might be tough but being away from home is hard, since mom is not around to cook those delicious meals, do your laundry, remind you to do your work, take care of you when sick, as well as other things. I’ve learned that transition from high school into a college setting takes time, but it is all about getting used to a new
Reason being, I was the oldest of three living with a single mother. When there are no books to read or have read to me it becomes easy just not to read. My passion for writing came from the shortage of books in the household where I lived. Not reading as a child or having someone read to me has really caused problems. Having to read in front of the class as a child was my worst nightmare, my only fear was mispronouncing the really big words.
College is actually very hard and nothing like high school. However, unlike high school, the professors can actually cancel class. Freshman 15 will happen to a person if they are not dedicated to staying in shape and eating healthy once in a while. Peer pressure is huge, especially if the person being peer pressured had never “had fun.” Many people do not care where the next part will be at, as multiple students will mostly focus on the school work and have their priorities straight. Living in dorms will not be the life of a party and playing beer pong in the middle of the halls, as there are resident assistants (RA) who will keep the halls in check.