Mima
I was young then. Only a few months older than 4. I was not old enough to enroll at any kindergarten and it was almost the beginning of the school year. I was supposed to spend this school year with my dad at home that is until my father, a General Motors worker, had been moved to first shift. My mother, teached at a school in town, which left me without anyone to spend the end of summer with.
My mother had given me the news a couple days later: I would spend the school year at my grandma’s house. I raced around the house cheering. I was ecstatic. I loved Mima. I couldn't wait. This school year was going to be so much fun!
Mima is very religious, which completely disguises her personality. She spent multiple years as a young adult in the convent as a nun. Nuns are often seen as strict people with little personality; however, Mima is the complete opposite. She is very loving and entertaining. She has been married to my grandfather for a very long time, that is 50 years to be exact. Everyone calls him Pappy, but I don't really know why. He also has quite the personality, so together they are my entertainment.
Without a single word my mother opened my door and flicked on the
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The humid air was exhausting, we drudged our bodies to the beach and slipped on the waiters and went into the water. The cool temperature of the water quickly cooled the rubber of the waders, refreshing us instantly. We hastily exchanged splashes, soaking each other instantly. We raced to the shore choking on lake water and laughing endlessly. After a short break, Mima grabbed the rake, walked out into the water and tossed it into the weeds. She started pulling the rake back ashore, I immediately dug through the heap of seaweed searching for anything that moved. We found all sorts of creatures: turtles, frogs, minnows, catfish, and crayfish. Mima smiled and continued to haul in mountains of smelly seaweed. She was truly
I swam back to shore like I was competing for a gold medal. The saltiness of the water splashed on my face with every stroke. A few yards behind me, Claire and Janie rushed towards that warm sand. The sun was beaming on my back as I was gliding to safety. Finally, we all reached that point were all the waves start crashing and sighed with relief.
Ever since I was a kid I didn’t think that I was good at anything. My pastor said that everyone had a calling, a gift, something that nobody else can do better than that person. It was so hard watching people around me find their gift, like my sister. My little sister is good at about anything art related. She can draw, play the flute, and if she ever did theatre she would probably be good at that too.
We grew in our understanding of the trail and of course in our individual abilities. Sometimes we fell silent but others were full of laughter and the innocence of getting to know another. We were also privy to meet Teresa and become part of their family for the course of a few weeks. Teresa’s culinary delights and warm personality always greeted our tired and stinky self’s during our reprieves. Thanksgiving was spent in warmth with a real turkey instead of the instant Idaho potatoes and tuna fish we had already anticipated.
Hi Journey Group! If you know me at all, you absolutely know that I crave new experiences and love to share them. This year, I have begun new adventures… from beginning a new job, to becoming the first African-American female Publisher in Charlotte, to fulfilling a life-long dream of writing and publishing a book. We all have connected at different points in my life, and by far, this is the most exciting time for me that I’ve had in a very long time.
At this time of year, I begin to look back at my life after 12 hard years of schooling. Throughout the course of my life, there have been many ups and downs, but these up and downs is what made me who I am today. These influences have shaped my values, attitudes and beliefs towards life. There have been many important people and events that has impacted my life. One of which is family and the media.
Monday through Friday I stayed with my grandmother and great aunt, so that I could go to school. I was in elementary school at the time. I use to listen to my uncle play different types of music on his stereo so that he could mimic the sound with the instruments he was playing. I used to sing along with him dreaming that one day I would be able to sing just like the singers on the albums my uncle would play to. As time went on, my mother met a man that she felt was a good man.
Pacoima is a city with five or six active gangs. Here, the low-income neighborhood carries a sense of fear and despair that permeate the air. In the summer of 2016, after having mustered the right confidence, I took on a summer job at Hubert H. Humphrey Recreation Center - home to one of the city’s most deadliest gang, the Humphrey Boys. Ironically, that summer would be the park community’s turning point, hosting the safest, most loving, and consistent 2016 Summer Night Lights (SNL). At first, the despair stuck with me, and the job terrified me.
I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.
I had learned everything that Lena taught me. I was now in a routine of my own with responsibilities in the dining room, kitchen, parlors and library. I dusted, cleaned, vacuumed, washed and repeated every day. I had always pulled my weight wherever I went, so the hard work was natural, but it was lonely. I missed my family.
Kindergarten through third grade I attended Rozelle Elementary school. The school had two different buildings, it was the kindergarten through second grade and then the third through sixth grade. I couldn 't This was my favorite school, I loved going here and the people here. My first day I probably cried, I really don 't remember.
As I was walking towards the beach, the sun was beaming straight into my soul. I had the day off from work and decided to take a trip to the beach with my friend. It was a hot summer day, the forecast suggested a very hot and humid day. As I packed my essentials, I made my way to my friend’s house. We then took a while before boarding on the transportation.
According to Starbucks baristas, I am Maya, Maura, or Mia, but to those who know me I am Moya. I was born in Ireland at a time when my parents had no plans to move to America, but two years later my father’s job had us living in a small town just outside of Boston. Though Moya is a common name in Ireland, it is not so common here in the US. Here I am given other names that are similar but not quite right, names which connect me to cultures that are not mine. Maya is Indian.
I got a ride home from school just like any other ordinary day in October of 2013. It was more than two years ago but I still remember every unpleasant moment, starting from when I walked in the door. My sister, Kaitlyn, sat on the couch in our living room yelling at her phone, who I soon found out was my mom. This wasn’t surprising for me since they had been arguing all Summer due to our move to Hawaii in June.
The protagonist Mima projects a very different self to the world of fans and the pop idol/film industry than the self she shows when she is alone in her room. This presents a sort of ambiguity surrounding her true wants and desires. Throughout the film, we cannot recognize whether she performs actions of her own volition or whether she has been forced onto a certain path by outside influences. She alternates between violently affirming that she wants to be an actress and admitting she only did the rape scene so as not to cause
Starting over Starting over might be easy when you are young, but if you are middle age and already have a stable and calm life, it is very hard to start over. My family and I moved from Egypt to The US three years ago, so we had to start from scratch. We found systems in the US are different from my country. After we found a good residence, our concern was finding employment. I was a science teacher in my country, so I tried to find a job in the educational field, but there were a lot of requirements to get a job as a teacher.