With those years, my mom did not even tell me that I will be coming here to Hawaii with her and that made me mad. She only told me when we had to do our interviews and medical process. The feeling of leaving my hometown, relatives, friends, classmates, my siblings and my dad hit me so hard. I was miserable for quite a while.
Gone were the stereotypes which seeked to rot my very core and attempted to disengage my growth, Moreover, gone were the doubts instilled in everyone 's minds--including my own. I may have been referred as an exception, a point which ruined the statistics, but I do not see it as such. In my heart, I merely broke the cement mold made for those similar to me. For what it’s worth, I am the result of drudgery, of sleepless nights, of constant discipline. In the end, I finally made it: top of my class, straight A’s.
This is a kid who, in the past, didn’t live in Euclid. She lived in Bybanks, Kentucky, where there were trees, a swimming hole, a barn, and Sal loved all that. When she moved to Euclid she saw that there were no trees and
However, Franky felt like she didn’t fit in the family and town she only felt like that because she couldn’t get in the club with all them girls, and her father really didn’t give Franky any attention. In spite of, Franky also struggle with her family because after her brother get married he goes back in the army, and she doesn't get to see him, and her father is never home all she need is some family loving. Meanwhile Bernice did felt unwanted and not needed, but the soldier felt lonely in the town. Not only, he was in the town for 3 days and nobody had talk to him because nobody didn’t know him. Furthermore, an outsider is a character that is set apart from the established cultural pattern.
For as bad as that sounds, all I have are good memories. I lived a suburb in Germantown, Maryland when the blizzard happened. It was a pretty quiet neighborhood – not too exciting ever really happened.
In 2007, my mom, sister, and I all moved to Houston from Pennsylvania. In elementary school and most of middle school, my dad seldom called me outside of school, and it was hard for me to talk to him even when he visited me. In 7th grade, my mom would frequently get mad at me, and I would have nobody else to have a conversation with about my troubles, because my Dad was often busy with work. Although these problems seem troubling, long, and difficult, I still got through them. I ended my 7th grade year at Trafton with a very low self-esteem with hatred for everything, but was ready to take on the challenge of a new school,
Kingsolver comes from a small town in Kentucky called Carlisle. Carlisle is similar to Grace, a small bubble of unique culture isolated from the outside. Their hometowns are places where everyone is alike and no one leaves. Codi describes her town, “Grace hadn’t yet entered the era of parking meters,” (Kingsolver Animal Dreams 11). Both Grace and Carlisle are old time cities, without many stores or cell phone services which adds to their isolation.
During high school, the biggest obstacle I faced was the extent of the classes and resources offered to me, or lack thereof. Growing up in a rural town with a small high school meant I missed out on many opportunities students in urban areas were offered. For example, I did not have the option to take classes to prepare for going to University, or training involving my major interest of political science. There were no Advanced Placement (AP) or Honors courses offered in some of the common subjects like World History or Civics/Economics. While I was disappointed that I did not get important opportunities like AP, I understood that this was a trade off of living in a small, supportive community, and I accepted this fact.
Because my social atmosphere shifted often, my oddities remained buried and unnoticed. My freshman year, I began to recognize that I handled social aspects differently than my peers. Emotions prompted anxiety and fear, group settings were overwhelming, and socializing was mentally laborsome. I’ve struggled with my identity because I couldn’t seem to relate to my friends. None of my girlfriends avoid their friends in the halls because they’re irritated by the pointlessness of small talk or hide in dark closets to avoid making eye contact with someone for longer than two point three seconds.
Early accounts of the Jazz bands would had turn the century. Buddy Bolden 's band became a very popular band during this time. They didn’t played what was written. No musical notation has yet been devised that accurately describes the feel of a great performance.
“You guys ready?” , my mom asked us as she closed the moving truck and hops in the front seat. As I load my bag in the truck, I remember facing the continuous struggles of moving. Growing up, I constantly moved from state to state, and being so young in the processes just caused a lot of stress in my life.