The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G. I was so excited for the year due to the fact that i got to experience Y&G with my brother. Little did I know that senior year changed my brother.
To most, Post-traumatic stress disorder is a phrase synonymous with war veterans and coping victims. But to me, PTSD simply sums up my childhood. My mother immigrated to the United States when she was twelve years old. An orphan of the Cambodian genocide, she was scarred mentally and physically by years of enslavement and inconsolable abandonment. My mother’s PTSD gave way to her everyday paranoia, and being raised by her has made growing up very challenging.
Many things pass my mind once I experience them, but this incident left me with a traumatizing repercussion. The first day of 7th grade had arrived, and I was terribly nervous. For as long as I could remember, I had always been that kid that got overly anxious for first days, or any type of social situation for that matter. My anxiousness was most probably fostered from the sheltered environment I grew up in. I was constantly ridiculously too shy to socialize or interact with new people. It would take me for what felt like centuries to settle into a classroom and be somewhat comfortable with the class and teachers. Since it was the first day of school, I knew the dreadful introducing ourselves assignments were coming up.
My Memoir Why are there no lines? Why are there no goals? Why were the benches not moved? Just some of the things that went wrong on 9/12/15. That is the day my soccer team won 8-0 at our first home soccer game. The tensions were high and we were stressed no lines or goals.
Want to know the first traumatising experience I can remember. Well I was about 4 years old and I had just gotten this new lemonade maker. It was the full package. It had a ton of amazing and advanced things, well advanced for a 4 year old. Anyway my mom was helping me make lemonade and after it was doing its thing she went outside with my dad. My 4 year old impatient self decided it was finished after about 30 seconds and started grabbing at it. I was reaching a high as I could. I felt a part of the machine and lached on. I started pulling on it, then out of nowhere if falls off the counter and hits me on the head. The lemonade was ab-solutely everywhere. By this time i'm bawling my eyes because I just broke one of my prized possessions at
The light was piercing through my head. It felt like a laser was going through my head. The pain was insurmountable. The pain in my head was coupled with pain in my stomach. I just wished it would go away. It wouldn 't. The pain would stay all night. Little did I know, it was a major migraine that I was experiencing.
As I made my way outside to go give them some sandwiches my mom made; I saw that their faces, resembled hopelessness, but their eyes were full of fear with emptiness despair. They seemed to have had walked a lot because their shoes were scratched and some had little apertures on the sides. Their clothes were wrinkled and had some dirt on it. When I got close to where they were hiding they got quiet, no one moved, no one endeavored to do anything, they were just
It was an early Saturday morning when me and my siblings went with our church to Emerald Point. I was so excited that day to test the skills I learned from swimming lessons. This was going to be one of the funnest days of my life. After weeks of practice i thought for sure i was ready to endure on this adventure. Ten o'clock arrived I hopped of the bus enthusiastic and ran to changing rooms to jump into my bathing suit. The only thing I wanted to do was get into the wave pool, the best water attraction at that park. So excited I jumped into the pool without thinking about consequences and listening to the rules the church gave us. About 15 minutes in I decide to go closer to the waves. One wave came right over me, I thought, "not so bad I thought
My family and I were all going to the Rockies game. There was actually a lot of us who had went, First it was my brother, sister, mom, grandma, grandpa, my three cousins, and my friend, my sister’s friend, plus my brothers friend. The day was going to be exciting.
My Memoir Have you ever imagined a world without pictures without a part in our brain to remember memories ? Think about it,all the fun times with your family you do one night leave the next, like in one ear out the other. Life is filled with memories even if it comes down to family and friends or even just your tenth birthday, memories are important. Read more to find out my five pictures of memories that I`m glad I kept a picture of or even just played that day over and over in my head to remember the time with my family or even my tenth birthday.
Hi, I a the dog on elm St and I here to say I bite the girl in self defense. It all started one normal Sunday a bunch of people the thing was one of them brought a little girl and she was scared of dogs so I had to stay outside even know my owner know that this is an intense game is was semi finals for the rugby world cup and new Zealand was play South Africa yet I still had to go outside at half time they all went outside and started petting and the little girl wasn't scared anymore so she went to pet me and grab me by my head so I stared growling at her she got scared and that when I bite her she. Then next Sunday our the finals, she is there and she was petrified I went outside and I my way I past her and growled as loud as I could I growled