I continued with my other classes because I thought I had these unforeseen circumstances under control. I continued the semester taking my biology 1108 and organic chemistry. The problem later began to escalate where I thought I had to move out of my parents’ house due the marital troubles. This caused me to miss a lot of days in my organic chemistry class and later drop it.
I wasn’t able to recognize their names. Some kids I couldn’t memorize how to spell their names, but I definitely made a lot more friends. I’m only able to memorize Julie and Kyla ( from a different school). On Wednesday, one of my cabin mates had to move to another cabin because she had no partner. Her partner had left home because they was really homesick.
It bothers me to death. June 30th, 1923 Today was a stressful day, my old sport Nick gave me some news that I do not know how to react to. He told me that he is planning to set up a reunion tomorrow for me and Daisy. Of course, I have not talked to Daisy for almost five years and I am extremely nervous to see her. Ever since I moved to this house across from Daisy, all I have been thinking about is her.
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. I knew that he would visit me a couple of times and I would go to Colorado once a year, but I just couldn’t handle the fact of him leaving. Begging one last time for him to stay, I finally had to say goodbye. “Text me everyday! And don’t like it there!
I was hostile. Maybe even a little depressed. But although it all seemed so negative, moving was the greatest event that had ever happened to me. When my mother broke the news to me, I did not have a lot of time to recuperate. I was supposed to pack what immediate belongings I had and move in with my grandmother the very next day and even attend school that morning, while my mother and father began packing other things.
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 used to dream to become a nurse or a doctor to help as many people as I could, but I had to give up my dream when my family fell into financial trouble. Dropping out of college, I struggled with the cruelty of life to make both ends meet. However, when moving to America, I found that I still have chances to pursue my dream when receiving encouragement from my husband. He wants me to go back to school before it is too late. Anyway, it is not easy to return to school after over 10 years.
Everything is a learning experience. I 'd always lived in my house since the day I was born. At least up until recently when my family and I had to move. I hated the thought of someone else livening where I grew up as a kid, because they would change the house, or not take care of it and I thought it should be preserved because it was mine and for a while it got the best of me. We 'd moved in with my aunt for about a month and a half.
Hearing those words come out of her mouth was heart-wrenching. I just saw her that morning and she was not the best, but she was making it. My grandma and grandpa were supposed to leave that day to head back to Iowa, but she must not have been doing good to leave yet. We got there and I walked in and I saw my grandpa waiting for us. My mom and grandpa told us that we were supposed to stay in the lobby while they go back to see her.