Personal Narrative Seed Folks The thought of being 16 and pregnancy has always weight down on me growing up. I was scare of my family history trying my best not to repeat the life of my mother. In 2001 I was so happy I made it. I accomplish what no one in my family was able to accomplish.
In a Hispanic tradition growing up, its every little girl 's dream to have a huge party when you turn 15 which in Mexico we call quinceanera. It 's a party where all your loved ones go, Friends and family. It 's all something you shouldn 't forget, from all the food, to our tradition, music, dances, planning , laughter, crying , pictures , presents, and much more stuff. Its all a dream come true that we all have a day that everyone dedicates that day to you and only you . First thing for my family and I was to plan this whole party a whole 6 months ahead, or others like to do a year ahead, because of course you need to save money for the party and you have almost all your imidate family helping you out with what ever you may need, they all cooperate with any little thing,
Id. David lived with his biological parents until they died in a car accident when he was 15 years old. David then moved in with his older brother and lived with his him until he left for college. Id. Following his parent’s death, David spent some weekends and extended vacations with his grandfather. Id at 805.
When I first became a Mother, I knew that my life was going to change in so many ways. In my last year in high school, when I was eighteen, I was pregnant with my son. When I found out I was expecting all I could think was, “I am not going to make it”, and that I am going to drop out of school and was asking myself, “Why did this happen to me?” I ended up telling one of my best friends that I was expecting and I remember that he told me not to quit because I was almost done just in 3 months. So I didn’t give up, and we did all of our senior trips and I continued to do so much when I didn’t show anything.
They came out for my brother’s graduation from high school. He graduated while in Spain and had to move to the United States all by himself to go to University. It felt so different without him being home. I no longer had someone to argue with.
I enrolled in college not knowing what exactly to expect and with many doubts but by taking that gigantic leap out of my comfort zone, my life has changed drastically. In high school, I was never the type of student to strive for A’s or to be on the honor roll. My siblings were the ones who did great in school with minimum effort but I struggled and often became discouraged. I remember vividly telling my mother I was going to drop out in the ninth grade.
Now most people would be nervous of moving to a new school, but all we had to do was move through new hallways since our middle and high school are connected. Freshman year was probably the hardest year I've had looking back at it now and shaped me to be who I am today. Back in 2013 my grandpa had passed away from a rare form of lung cancer and my Mina (grandma) was suffering on and off from it, having no one to take care of her my mom would stay at her house 5 to 6 days out of the week and she would go there right after work. I would hardly see my mom except in the mornings before school and by than she would be sleeping after driving home from Danbury at 5am. My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home.
Ok the first, I was born in Laredo tx spent a good few years living there then we moved to Austin. Then my dad wanted my mom and me to move to Arkansas I was still 4 or 5. My dad convinced my mom and we went, then my mom started having suspicions about my dad cheating. And it wasn 't long after that my mom caught him
My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.
In May two-thousand fifteen i completed my seventh grade year at my new school Watkins Memorial Middle school, it was my first time ever moving schools . Before i came to Watkins Memorial Middle school i went to Hamilton Township . I went there my whole life until i moved , i went to Hamilton Elementary for four years from kindergarten through third grade , then i went to Hamilton Intermediate School for three years from fourth grade through sixth grade . After sixth grade over summer break my mom enrolled me into the Southwest Licking School District at Watkins Memorial Middle School . I was nervous to move schools for the first time because i was worried about not being able to make any friends and also not liking the school .
When my husband, Joe and I had to short-sale our home it gave us an opportunity to re-evaluate our life goals. Packing to move brought many discoveries of forgotten ideas and plans that we put on hold to raise our three daughters. We had been married for seventeen years and were curious about moving out of California. We had always talked about moving to Oregon so I got started on the research.