I fled up the stairs to get to my locker before the second bell rings. Once I got all my books I need for my first two periods, I walked into my first period class and sat down in my usual chair. The next two days were the same. Two periods I didn’t like as much and the two periods that I have the most fun in. I slept in this morning since it was Saturday and since I didn’t have to leave to go to the mall with my mom until around 10.
I woke up with my leg wrapped up all the way up to my thigh. While my mom and I waited a few more hours, we had some laughs until the doctor came and checked me out. Then we were on our way. We went home and mom helped me into the house. I laid on the couch and wouldn’t talk, so my mom made me a hot pocket to make me feel better.
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.
Getting all A’s and B’s means having motivation without motivation college becomes a strong for example getting up every morning to go to class or even have the energy to finish your homework soon depletes and in time is becoming a struggle and also barrier get overcome. My last short term goal would be coming to class on time ready to learn and take good notes. Waking up every morning becomes tiring feeling sluggish because all you want to do is sleep and eat let’s be honest no one wants to come to class at 8 to here a professor lecture on things I may or may not remember. As painful as that is I know if I stick it out and do what is told in that class I will be successful. With every short term goals there should be long term goals that follows it.
Today's minimum day so we we're dismissed at twelve noon. The squad decided not to go anywhere today as we were going out everyday since last week — going to one's house after another just to have a movie marathon and nap. The first thing I did as I got home from the academy is drop my backpack on a chair in my room. I changed into comfortable clothes and threw my worn clothes in the laundry basket. I went to the kitchen and opened a bag of Honey Butter Chips before going back to my room and letting my body fall backwards onto the bed.
Jeanne’s mother was a very reserved, traditional Japanese-American woman. She couldn’t even bare to use the latrines the camp provided. The novel states “My mother was a very modest person, and this was going to be agony for her, sitting down in public, among strangers (Houston and Houston 32).” Mama was also a very family-oriented woman. Her beliefs were those of a traditional Japanese-American. For example, before entering Manzanar they had dinner together every night and stayed a close knit family that depended on the patriarch of the family.
Nevertheless, it is with great hope that my message is understood, that there will be a laugh or two and maybe even tears. Your college days; the days your parents saved for or the odd hours you worked to pay for classes, the days you dreaded or got excited over. Seems like yesterday you were signing up for clubs and attending freshman social and now it’s gone. You needed to stop wearing sweatpants everywhere and rolling out of bed at noon. You had to start taking care of your body, the assignments you were neglecting and friendships /relationships that you were avoiding dealing with.
Chapter Two: CJ An educational trip to the Globe Theater over spring break. I chuckled just at the thought of the whole ordeal, this man cannot be serious. But as many times before I was proven wrong and he was serious and handing out papers about the trip. I wasn’t worried though. There was no way my parents would make me go on this trip.
We were frequently relocating from house to house and I could never permanently call a place “my home.” I had to share a room with my brother and sister and every morning, at six o’clock I woke up to do chores. I was constantly cleaning the bathroom, washing the dishes and folding clothes and at school, no matter how hard I tried, I struggled to understand the teachers. People regularly asked where my mother was, which made question if she was ever coming back for me. Every Thursdays, my siblings and I each had at least ten minutes to speak with her and when it was my turn, I heard her peaceful voice, almost as if she was right next to me. Just when I thought I lost hope, she would say she was coming soon, but when time ran out, all my feelings of hopelessness came back.
2 months later- I'm still in my body cast but it's supposed to come off tonight. I go to the bone doctor and they take it off pretty smoothly. I can't play until I've had a lot of time in physical therapy. The pain is still bad but at least I can go to the bathroom now. I start the therapy tomorrow and then I should be back to playing in no time.