Olive secretly admired Martha for being kind to her classmates, and taking responsibility. However, Martha did understand Olive, therefore she chose to ignore her. This relationship between Martha and Olives teaches me that you should take for granted who you have in your life. For example, after Martha realized Olive loved writing and the ocean, she wished that she had talked to her, or even introduced herself. You should be grateful for the people who admire you.
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.
Next is how people have to conqure there biggest fears to just feel normal just like anyone else . Some important detail to know is that Yang in the short story the “late homecomer” is that when she first moved to america she didn’t fit in at all , and her family started off very poor in america . also in the “late homecomer” and “my favorite chaperone” they both faced the fact they were in high school about to take adult responbilites at a young age.But soon Yang and Maya finally get to fit in in america and in jr.high. Lastly these short stories focuse more on Yang and Maya’s culture and the background.
Both Shyima and Frederick didn't know exactly why things was taking place as they were, they weren’t quite understanding everything. Frederick questioned himself and the knowledge that he know about himself. In the book Frederick said, “ A want of information concerning my own was a source of unhappiness to me even during childhood.” Frederick somewhat thought it was basically normal to not know anything about himself. Once again in the book he says “I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday.” On the hand you have Shyima who never thought sleeping in the garage was a big problem. She was going to school to get educated either, the neighbors started getting suspicious and also realized that the girl wasn't going to school.
Upon my return, I expected to resume going to the school’s campus and only be half online. This wasn’t what happened, however. “We live too far away now. I can’t drive you so far every day.” My mom had said when I asked her about my returning to school. This created a great rift between me and the people that had been my friends.
It reminds me of the constant humiliation me and my best friend at the time received because we were tomboys, and weren’t dating like my sisters had. (13-16 years old mind you) It is a constant reminder that I’m not the only person who has gone through this, many other people probably experienced the very same judgement. And this judgement continues till this very day. Just a few weeks ago my Mother told me I need to watch my mouth, because it’s not “ladylike.” My one question that I kept coming back to is, “is gender really such a big deal?” I’ve never felt like I completely fit into either of the boxes, and I’m okay with that. I don’t need a permanent label either, I’m a female but I’m also just me.
Ideally, at a young age I did not know anything about racial differences, I just knew about my ethnicity differences at that point in time. Over the years of elementary school and being friends with Sarah, our close relationship started to change once people saw us together more. Sarah never wanted to hangout outside of school, and her friends never accepted me.
Your work changed my view of self by realizing that I don’t have a bad life. Growing up, my parents would always fight, drank a lot, my dad was rarely home, my mom was unhappy, and I never really felt like I had an actual family. I witnessed a lot of bad things that happened between my parents when they fought and is something I’d never wish upon anyone. My parents got divorced when i was 9, which I took very hard because I had to live with my mom by court and I missed my dad a lot. I thought having divorced parents was hard but after reading A Child Called “It”, I was appreciative of my childhood because I wasn’t abused, wasn’t treated badly by my mom, and was loved by both of my parents.
My grandparents were my care takers, so when my mom came back home from the navy, it took me time to get to know her personally. People also think that having a military mom is bad but it's not. Even though that leaving the military traumatize you and gives you disabilities, you still can be a loving person. My mom also have migraines so she goes to different pains, but my mom is a loving person and very fun. So now in life I have plenty opportunities for having a navy
I didn’t tell anyone for a while. Not my teachers, siblings, or even my family. My parents still don’t even know. My other friends at that time never really understood that I was getting bullied but that’s because I didn’t tell them either. It was really complicated because whenever someone saw that I was down and they asked if anything was wrong, I would act like nothing had happened the rest of the day but inside, only I knew that I was being bullied in the sixth grade.
My mother wanted her to go to Montgomery College, not go into the Army, and keep her in her nest. She was probably petrified of the idea that one of children would not be living with her. Growing up we had never been separated from my mother for more than a couple of days, we never even went to a summer camp, so the aspect that she would be gone for months did not please her at all. My sister and my mother argued for weeks, and I was always there awkwardly witnessing them bicker. No matter how much my mother told her she should not go to
is a very happy loving girl, who always comes into the center ready to work. From my perspective, she has been dealing with her transition real well, considering that everything seemed alright, until we told her dinner would be taken home. When working with her I tried to get her to open up a little, without bringing the subject up. I wanted her to tell me about it, rather than me asking. Her transition is hard to deal with, especially as a child because there’s not much she could do.
Wednesday 18th September 2009 2 days left and it’s the weekend again, seems to be flying by thing are looking up though I’ve been invited to a party on Saturday quite a few people are going only a few I actually know. Mom thinks it’ll be good for me to go and actually socialise, unsure what she means by that but I’m up to my neck in homework I should probably get started with that if I really want to go, my history teacher is a total cow and will kill me if I don’t get it done, think I’ll start it now
I never once thought I would be in this predicament when I entered high school. The failure I have experienced during my junior year took it’s toll on me. Already struggling with depression and anxiety. I was driven into an even darker path. However, my mother got me through that dark time.
My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.I realize now why they moved us here.