I was adopted the summer before fourth grade. I went to a school that wasn 't as good as East Lansing they didn 't really care if we did our homework or not, so I never had to do it my mom didn 't check to see if I even had homework. After I was adopted I started going to Pinecrest. Right when I got to my class I could tell it was going to be harder than my previous school. My adoptive mom helped me get used to the environment of the new school.
At the age of seven both my immigration papers and my sister's were finalized, and we were able to finally be with our father. Unfortunately, our mother was not able to come with us. When we got to the airport, I hugged my mother and said goodbye. My sister and I spent seven years without our mother. We had to educate ourselves on any and everything that a mother would teach her daughters.
Living their home country just so my siblings and I could get a better education and better life. As we all know, life in America is not that easy when you are newbies. As an 11 years old kid, I wouldn't know what to do or how to help my parents when they are going through a tough time. All I do was go to school, come home, and do some reading. Besides, school wasn't that easy for me because I didn't know English and I couldn't communicate with the people around me nor the teachers.
When the state exam finally came it was nothing relevant to all that we had studied the entire year. From that point on I felt that English classes were a waste of time, and I was no good at them. When the results from the state test came, I received a
Their reason makes sense, but my sister hates that they do this. With my brothers it was different because they snuck out of the house and my mom would wake up in the morning and see them missing and then she would lock all the doors, so they couldn’t come back inside of the house. What my mom did was really drastic, but she did it for a good reason he never asked permission. The only friends I really have is 2 good friends and I barley talk to them because there’s nothing to talk about once high school is over I still have to worry about
Once entering the office I got nervous and asked for the steps to register for classes then that’s when they sent me to the pathway center. After exiting the admission office walking to another office in my mind again it would think I don’t even know where these offices are at and I felt ridiculous walking around because I felt that I looked lost which made me even more nervous. Once I found the pathway center they asked what I needed and I said that I needed help with my class selection. She was very kind and had the patience for me which I liked but bad thing once looking for classes that I needed to take were all full and I didn’t want to take classes that were not necessary so at that point I thought to myself that I might not be
Today is George 's first day of going to his new school he was nervous and he didn 't want to go but his mom made him. Him and his mom went to the office to get his schedule the he went to his locker and his first class. It was 5 minutes before school starts and all the kids were here but the teacher wasn 't. George looked around and saw a seat in the back that no one was in so he started walking to it and after a couple steps everything goes blank all he hears is kids laughing then the bell ring and his face hurts. The teacher walks in the classroom and sees George on the floor and runs up to him she starts asking the people around him what happened and they all said he was walking and just fell.
Gina grew up in inner-city Providence, Rhode Island. When she got pregnant at 19, she was still living with her parents and finishing up school. I chose to interview her because she has gone through a situation involving Planned Parenthood when she was becoming a young mother. Due to her social and economic status, she did not feel prepared to have a child at this age or provide him with the life that would be expected for him. She visited Planned Parenthood multiple times before making a final decision on whether she would terminate her pregnancy.
She was okay with it but she told me that I was coming back at the end of the summer. I told her that was fine and I started to pack my stuff for the last day of school. I learned with me being at my dads my mom wanted to be home even more. When my mom said I could move back I didn’t start packing right away because school wasn’t over for two or three. The next two weeks passed and I had packed little stuff.
For something else, something more. I wanted the two story house, the white picket fence I saw in the TV, in the story books. It was a dream not to be achieved. Being immigrants in a new country was difficult enough for my parents, and happy as they were that they’d finally had children, they were often forced to depend on my grandparents to take care of me and my brother while they worked. This arrangement worked for a while until my brother went off to school and it was decided that I should be placed in an environment that would provide me with the opportunity to socialize with peers my own age, a thing that my grandparents couldn’t provide.