I never thought my parents would get in a divorce. In fact, when I was younger I did not think parents ever got divorced. I was very upset and I felt like the whole thing was my fault. When I started fifth grade, I used to get dismal about the divorce and it started to affect my behavior at home and at times, it would even affect my attitude at school. My mom informed the school counselor and arranged for me to meet with the counselor weekly to express how I was feeling.
HOW I’VE CHANGED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL Every school year I felt like I’ve changed. I’ve changed from my mood, academics, and hobbies. But I felt like I changed the most when I entered middle school. First, when I entered the middle school I got shy and my academics skills increased. I think I increased my academic skills by having not having much friends and them not being in my classes.
For me, it was two out of the three. I've never had a really high self-esteem and I've always told myself that I couldn't do what other people could. Growing up, I've had great role models that did amazing things for the world. They were all confident, intelligent, and athletic. I used to dream about growing up to be just like them!
Along with many friends that helped me get through rough times to make me the person I am today. My family for sure, plays the biggest part in shaping of who I am today. Growing up wasn’t always smooth sailing, I often was influenced by many negative people that tried and guide me in the wrong direction;however, my family members were the ones that never seized to stop improving me. During the peak of my junior year when all the algebra, physics, history, and english classes were piling up in enormous numbers and were causing me to stress and
Me living with my grandparents all my life changed me. My mom always bought things for me and came to visit. Her visiting was the worst tho because she never stayed for long. How I felt in school with everyone talking about how great they mom was, I had nothing to say because I didn't know her. 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.
Like I mentioned before at first I wasn’t very happy with the idea of owning pets. After a while, my dad got tired of them as well and wanted to sell them. He actually found a woman who was willing to take them into her home but when my dad was speaking to the woman, ready to give them away, he backed out at the last moment. He couldn’t give them up himself he told me he saw how sad my brothers were and how the puppies looked sad as well and weren’t hyper like always. I wasn’t there with him when he was going to give them up because I was at my mom’s home but as soon as he told me they were meeting up with the woman I felt a knot in my throat.
“Maria called to talk to you today my mom said when I just walked into the house. “Maria who” I asked my mom, “Do you not remember her, my aunt that lives in Massachusetts.” Explained my mom “Oh yeah! What did she say” I ask, “She said that you got the babysitting job!” said my mom. “Yay “ I scream jumping up and downing. “For how long did she say I will get to stay there and when do I leave” I asked “She said she will need help for the whole summer so you will leave right away when school ends” answered mom That summer changed me into a better person.
When I was six-years-old, my mother had to leave for eight months, as to where she was going and why, I had no clue. I was forty-days-old when my father left me in the arms of my mother, under the care of my grandparents. I began to grow day after day, and while I was growing, pain was developing inside of me. Piece by piece, it built up a fire in my heart. As my mother was raising me, she was trying to teach me how to
I never felt like I needed to talk about my birth father, as he never was a part of me. I always wanted answers and looked for answers, which I never found. My birth father that I will never consider as my dad left my mom and me when I was just 2 months old. They went to the doctor when they saw I was not kicking like 2 months would
Whenever I could have visitation I did not want her to see me, and everytime she tried it made me hate her even more. About a year later my sister and I were called into the counselor’s office and we received the news that our mother was dead. I could not believe what I was just told. I never expected my mom to die at such a young age, I did not even know what to say. I did not know what to feel inside, my sister cried but I just sat there in shock.