It was the Monday of the 1st day of spring break; my mother told us to get ready because after breakfast we were going to be leaving with my dad to spend spring break with him. My brother, sister and I wondered why because they always told us that there was nothing to do there. We finished up with
At first, I 'd been down about having to move schools, and leave good friends, after all, it was my senior year. After the move, once everyone was settled in again, we 'd go to church on Sunday and meet new people. When Sunday school started, I 'd met a girl named Rebecca and she was the same age as I. Like riding in a car with no radio, it was awkward at first. I 'd learned that she 'd be going to the same high school I was transferring into.
When there is a new opportunity, you try to ignore it, but wind up exploring it to no extent. This is my story if moving from Lake in the Hills, Illinois, to Desoto, Missouri. I was born in Illinois and I thought that I would stay there. I lived there for about five years, and it was awesome. Then my parents broke the news to me that we were moving!
"We started at Pike for freshman year, but our dad got a new job in Marksville. Except then my parents got divorced and my mom got remarried. So we moved back here because she never quit her job here. It was only 2 towns away so, she just left early in the morning. So we actually know
It was the Friday that we went on to Spring Break, we had skipped the whole day almost, but we still made it to school. The girls and I were ready to spend time together before I went off with my mom for Spring Break like I always did for each break. We had a feeling that things would pop off, but who would 've known it would of all happened all so fast. Months prior to this situation a old friend and I had got into a little altercation, and we had stopped being friends, Faith was her name. Faith, and her best friend Shayna, and I all rode the same bus and they had started bullying me, so I tried to avoid riding the bus as much as I could.
I began the program while my son was almost 1 years old. I was dedicated to waking up around 4:00am each day to allow myself enough time to study before my classes and my school day would end at 3:00pm in which I would go back home to watch my son while my husband went to work. Keeping up with this schedule was very difficult and even more so when unexpected dilemmas would arise such as getting the flu, being up all night with a teething baby and or seasonal allergies for myself and or the baby. I would have to really strategize to try to make up for the time lost and sometimes I was unable to make up the time and it would affect my grades. Every semester was goal was to get straight A’s but with balancing school and a child, sometimes there just were not enough hours in the day to get perfect grades.
The only problem was I would only go to visit my home in Arizona once a year while the rest of the year I spent living in North Carolina. During the school year I lived with my father and the summers I would visit my mom. I quite liked this arrangement. This meant I got to travel every summer. I would look forward to my summers and the weeks leading up to it would be the longest of the year.
A week before practice started, Sydney and I stayed after school to make name tags for the upperclassmen. This would help the freshman learn our names. I hadn’t realized that the time flew by so fast that marching band was going to start and I was already starting my senior responsibilities for my section. Because of this, I remembered my first practice during freshman year. I arrived with my friend and we had received our name tags.
Before my second year of middle school, before I had my Bat Mitzvah, before I needed him, my older brother, role model, my friend, decided to leave. He decided he wanted new friends, a new kind of environment, and a even a new place to call home. Sadly, this meant that he needed to leave Houston. He was a high school student who decided to leave town and go to Colorado for school instead. Most of my week when I found out was crying out loud, begging him to stay, and just trying to make the most of the time I had left at home with him.
My fifth grade summer started with my mother volunteering me as a tutor twice a week throughout the summer. I visited my neighbor’s house to assist her in tutoring kids with math and reading. I of course protested, but my mom being my mom made me do it anyways. After my first week, I began focusing primarily on tutoring elementary aged kids. It took me a few sessions to acclimate to a teaching role rather than a student.