Personal Narrative: My First Child

And for her, that meant to be your own person, be independent.” Her mother instilled the importance of education and feminism into her brain. Ginsburg also said, “The law was something most unusual for those times because for most girls growing up in the ‘40s, the most important degree was not your B.A. but your M.R.S.” Her mother made sure that despite what society thought, if Ruth was independent and pushed herself, she could truly become anything she wanted. Sadly, her mother passed away a day before Ginsburg graduated from James Madison High School and she was never able to see all of the life changing events that her

At some point most people have felt this way about where they came from and this feeling was nothing new to Billie Jo. Billie Jo experienced a very traumatic event that she desperately wanted to escape from. On top of losing her mother, she also wanted to escape the harsh elements of her home town. However, when Billie Jo went far away from home, she slowly realized how much home meant to her.

Maria and Frankie, the most handsome guy in school have feelings for each other: ‘ “ I never had the chance, “ her mother said, “because an education was only for boys. A girl was supposed to get married, raise kids, take care of her family, but you are smart Maria. You must study and become educated” Two years ago, at her mother’s deathbed, Maria promised she would not give up her dream of getting a good education" ‘(P 1.

My sister described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mother says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives only somewhat describe me, yet they are only abstract versions of me. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My sister has never cherished a raggedy doll named Chloe and my mother never spent hours upon hours earning money to get herself a puppy and taking care of it with her own money. My brother never snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to meet with friends and my sister has never walked hours in a store looking for our mother.

I understand the reason why my father is not agreeing on my decision at that time. He feels that I wasted 2 years of my college at the same time he can’t afford nursing in case my aunt change her mind. My family is poor but my father believe that education is the only treasure he can give that no one else can take. Despite of everything, I enrolled in nursing for first semester. I am happy and enjoy nursing a lot that I got high grades.

Her town was not the richest in the world, but Brown could only go to the cheapest school in the town. She lived alone in a small wooden house on top of a hill. She never came out of her house unless she needed to buy something or to go to school. Brown had lots of friends until she was ten. Everybody loved her.

My family avoids the topic. As a matter of fact, I doubt my parents know I remember that day. I never fully understood what this meant to my mother and grandma. Growing up I slowly realized the meaning of illegal in a foreign country. I learned the significance of leaving all your family, friends and hometown for one person.

They wanted to give their children the opportunities they never had. With only the clothes on our backs and in hopes of a better life, we came to the United States. The first couple of years we lived in a tiny secluded laundry room, furnished only with a mattress, behind my great grandmother’s house. Education was the most important thing in our family as it would be our escape out of this miserable lifestyle. I was immediately enrolled into school, where I had to walk to because of the lack of transportation.

She is now recovered and is serving in the military, but she has scars from her past that will last a lifetime. I am eighteen and a senior in high school, and I was forced to grow up before my time. During thirteen years of my life we spent very poor or in an unstable household with my mother’s boyfriend, I kept good grades, never got in trouble with the law or at school, and never did drugs, I had baby-sitting jobs and when I turned sixteen, I got a job and held that job for two years. In my life I want more. To succeed I must give up who I am now to be who I want to be.

My mom, the best example I could ever have in this life. My mom’s life really fascinates me, so I’m going to explain the growing up my mom had to go through in her child hood. The journey my mom had of having kids of her own. Then lastly where she currently stands to this day.

When Nancy first came to the United States it took a lot of time for her to get a decent job. She had already finished school since she was 19 but she wasn’t able to go to college. It meant so much to Nancy to be able to send Dilcia to American public schooling and then eventually to college. She instilled the philosophy of always working hard, do her absolute best in everything you do, and take your schooling seriously.

Mrs. Berrand falls into the Black minority group and identify themselves as members of the low middle class. She completed high school in her country, but was unable to pursue higher education due to financial difficulty. She claimed there is no college graduate in her family so far, but most of the members of her generation, including her, were high school graduated. She values education and would like her children to have a higher education. When she arrived in the United States, she did different kinds of jobs with minimal wages until she had a chance to be trained as a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) after 3 years that she had been in America.

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. I managed to graduate and proceed to middle school where I continued my athletic career of basketball, and outstanding academic profile.

Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.

I would have told John that we cannot accept any gifts from marry because they are going to accuse me of being a witch. Liz will grow up without me, but we will meet up again in heaven. I am living my life in regret, but god has a plan for