She didn’t want the bullying to start back up, Tamika was officially going to be on her own. Tamika felt she needed her sister by her side, not only in the games but after practices, when reporters wanted to interview or even when strangers wanted to meet Tamika because she didn’t like to talk much she was shy, so her sister always did most of the talking for her. Tamika was so worried to go to school but it turned out to be not so bad because a couple weeks before school she’d play against boys in open gyms or an outside court. As a result, the guys respected her because she was a heck of a player. So, basketball got her through because it got people to respect her.
For example, I had a chance take all honor classes when I first moved to a new school but my cautious nature took over and I lost that chance to achieve more that year. Mine and Sara’s personality are different by how we approach situations and make decisions. Nevertheless, the connection that Sara and I have is more of a companionship. Mine and Sara’s hardships in discrimination and taking care of our family bonds us but it is our unique personalities that set us apart. Nonetheless, this unity is shared with everyone so no one is ever
It became mandatory for me. In our classroom, Ting and I shared a bench. Her responsibility was to help me denounce my “bad” family and made me criticize my parents when I interacted with them, and then, I had to report to her, and confess my wrong thoughts as well. I tried earnestly, but it was hard to find anything to say to her. To meet her expectations, I gave away my naiveté to sophistication and to be duplicity and pretending.
In my entire life, my parents never compared me to my sister or forced me to act like her since my sister and I have opposite personality; instead, my parents just wanted me to have the same opportunities as my sister. Additionally, my parents never showed favoritism between the two of us, rather my parents made my sister and I share the same punishments and equality. While my parents allowed the two of us to have the same experience and I viewing my relationship with my sister as friends there was a time when our relationship was a rivalry. Even though I do not have memories of our relationship when I was a baby, my sister shared stories of when she used to torment me when I was born. My sister claims that the reason she acted that way was because she was jealous that I was now the youngest and she was not.
Being only six months old at the time of such a tragic event, I was not aware of the innocent lives being taken, heartbreaks, or prayers being said for loved one’s to live, with much sorrow in their voices, as I laid there in my cradle so unaware sleeping soundly. As years past, I began learning about 9/11 in school over the intercom for the morning announcements. Later throughout my education, my history teachers began teaching this attack as lessons. The cracking in their voices while holding back tears was heartbreaking to watch and learn as they went on with the lesson. In middle school, a classmate of mine told our class about how her dad’s friend had lost his life from the collapse.
The main reason why this is so stronger is that I believe that no one could ever fill in her place; she was meant for that suffering to happen to her because it was her story share and no one else could have done it better. As a young teenager in high school my insecurities grow each day. Her words made me realize that we all have insecurities even more than others, but we still deserve to be love and treated equal even if we do not deserve at
in the book it says "unlike the little sweetgum school, where we were safely contained in one room all day, the new school had a chaotic thing in placed called the rotation system (karassiens 105)". she was use to on staying in one place but now her new school got her going to different class each time the classes are over. she doesn’t like the "harsh bells rang" and how the hallway is always crowded. she also went to the wrong classroom several times. "A big boy said, "Here come the pigmy."
Mom and Dad were with me as we waited for my teacher to come to the office to retrieve me. When she arrived, she was kind and asked me to follow her back to her classroom. I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and followed my new teacher, the timid anticipation bubbling up inside me again. The room was empty because the other kids were finishing up their recess so my teacher, Mrs. Jaeger, introduced me to the morning work that the class did every morning. I was working on that when the students started walking into the classroom.
I’ve got to go to the bathroom. . . .I’m going to suffocate if you keep us one more second’ ”. Levine says that when he used to teach in California, he never used to look at the clock to see when the class is ending, because he always heard the noise of shuffling books and noticed the strange expressions on the faces of the students in class who were ready to leave.
She also never wanted to be away from my younger sister and me. She wanted to stay close to me and my younger sister. I also felt a massive amount of cognitive dissonance when she came home from wherever she came from and announced that she wanted to be a boy. Her behavior was inconsistent because she never thought or talked to us about being a boy when she was younger. She had always wanted to be a girl, and wanted to be herself before this point in time.
My Grandmother made sure to wake me up every morning to haul me of to school where I would meet my loving, devoted teachers and coaches. With their help I left John Edgar Howard elementary school with a strong head on my shoulders, and the devotion to strive for more. I had to move to a different elementary school because John Edgar Howard Elementary ended up being closed, because of the rough neighborhood. I then, attended Bradbury Heights; a school that I didn’t know existed. I was never exposed to many different neighborhoods, or opportunities.
This event dramatically changed my persona, how I view things and how I view myself as a whole. After this I grew so much anger towards my parents it made me say things to them I wish I could take back, but necessary to get out of my body at the time. I felt like they violated my freedom and human rights by putting me in a situation I wasn 't even asked if I wanted to be part of. I felt betrayed and miserable. I think this event changed how I see myself as well, I see myself really different from what other people see.
I knew there was no way I could always be the best. Losing pumped me up, made me want to be better... "They have to take care of everyone" my parents would say. This principle irritated me to no end, and I would often grumble for days about losing out on the grounds that my superiors wanted to recognize my average peers." Chen 's feelings as a child back the position that such acknowledgment can frustrate those that try to succeed. It may also cause them to feel that by putting in less effort they will still receive the same amount of recognition as their peers who may not be trying as hard.