Journey Through Life: Gisele’s Autobiography

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Gisele’s Autobiography My journey began in the afternoon at about 1:30 p.m. In the Baxter County Hospital. ( That is when I was born). It was June 5th, 2006. It was really warm. I was named Gisele Amanda D’Angelo. I was healthy right from the start which is good. Then when I was about 1 and a half I began to walk. And when I was two I started to talk. When I was four years old mom taught me how to read. This made going to school easier because in kindergarten I already knew how to read. Kindergarden was my very first year of school. On the first day dad took so many pictures and videos of me. I thought I was going to hate school, but I didn’t, yay! So now I love school. Next was one of the worst years of my life. …show more content…

And that really scared me and my parents half to death. I had a bad kidney infection. Moreover, They put in a IV, however it kept on hurting really bad the next day, so they took it out and said “ Oh, sorry but the IV was at a 90 degree angle crooked”. I was so mad,it was like you could see smoke come out of my ears. So they had to put a million different shots in me. I stayed in there for about 3 days. Believe me it was not fun. I also had a couple of visitors so that helped me calm down a little …show more content…

That was my very very very favorite year because I had the best teachers ever. My homeroom was Mrs. Webers. She was the best of the best of the best. Next was Mrs. Pope, then after that was Mrs. Norcross. We all had jobs. I had two jobs, my first job filing papers, Mrs. Webers chose me to do that because I was quiet. Then my other job was name taker. I would go to the board and put people's names down if they were talking or if they weren’t doing what they were supposed to do. And that was fourth grade. Then something tragic happened, my favorite uncle passed away on December 25th. Everybody was heartbroken. It was extremely sad to see his son, my favorite cousin cry for one of the first times in his whole entire life. It was absolutely

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