I dont really know what im doing, seems like i never have. From being in grade school and not knowing why God put me here to being in high school and still wondering the same thing. You said you wanted something interesting, yet not sad, but those two things are like best friends. Growing up I seen a lot of conflict between my mom and my brother Dameon's dad. At the tome it was just me and my little sister Genesis i was five she was three. I didnt know much i just knew that man that had to hurt. Thinking back i wonder why she didnt just end it right where it began. I learnedthat my mom has a very big heart even for those that dont deserve it. I also learned that she's hard-headed and doesnt like to see the truth for what it is. Middle school came along and nothing got any easier. We had already moved like five times, Decatur, AL to Danville to Rapids, WI to Port Edwards then back to Rapids. I didnt know where i belonged or who i was. People always told me, "awe, you look just like your mother," I remember looking in the mirror and just feeling disapointed because i wanted to be my own person. So i tried cheerleading and made more friends. Then I started hanging with a lot of people and that's when i …show more content…
realized my home life wasn't completely a good thing. So inever let my friends over, i just always went to their house. Then one day when i was at my friends house i fot a phone call from my mom. She told me that her and my "dad" were splitting up and we were leaving him. i just kind of shrugged it off because she always does this, says shes kicking him out then an hour later he's back. But then the next day she showed up with our stuff and said that we're going to a family shelter so he couldn't find us. We put all of our stuff in a storage unit we rented. Those were the best eight months of my my life, honestly. But with every good ending comes a bad beginning. My mom started talking to him again and we ended up putting our stuff in the wrong storage unit, so they sold everything we had. We had nothing left so our "big happy family" took a trip to a theme park. After that we moved back to Alabama because my mom thinks running from her past solves everything. It doesn't, it solves nothing. I've always heard from others that high school's the best and worst part of your life, in some ways i agree with it. High school has, so far, been the worst part of my life, I just can't seem to do anything right. It started out great i was doing good in school, I had all A's in Mr. Puckets class all of ninth grade. Then I had an "okay" summer, but when school came back I just, I don't know. The first test I took in Mr. Puckets I totally screwed up after that i just stopped trying i guess. i stopped caring and i stopped making good grades in the classes that mean the most to me. When i fount out that i was one of the forty students to make it into Mr. Turners class, i remember how excited i was. I even went home and tweeted about it, ha ha. i forgot how happy i was to get into that class until i seen that tweet and it made me smile a little. But now here i am with a D in Mr. Turners and C in Mr. Puckets. Honestly, i don't care anymore, like there's a part of me that still does, but its's so far gone. Now I'm just here trying to figure out what my purpose is just like everyone else. I'm not really the type to plan a future.
I feel like no matter how much you plan or hope, life's just going to go the path it chooses, with a chain and cuff around your legs. But if i were to have the ability to choose, I would want to travel to Korea after college and buy a lot of skincare products then come back to America and hopefully get married to someone i love and care about and who loves and cares about me as well. I don't want to keep in touch with my parents, i love my mom but she never loved us enough to leave him. i just hope i find out what my purpose is in life and i hope my mom realizes she needs to move on for the better of herself. I want to figure out what I'm doing with my life and why God put me here, so I'm going to live on until i find
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The story about I Martranika Gross, called changing my life. It all begin with many ideals that I had in mind to become while changing my life so my daughter will fix in. First was continue my education at Strayer University and a journey to follow. Next, becoming a role model with a pathway lay out for my daughter, a showing her not to stay you can’t to become successful. Finally, overcome obstacles first you have to have faith within yourself, and the key word is knowledge.
My parents journey from Vietnam to America has impacted me emotionally through out the years by the stories they tell me. For them to say their aspiration was to come to America to have greater opportunities, for there family is breath taking. Without my parent’s journey and stories, my identity would be so plain and incomplete.
Ever since I was a little girl I always wanted my life to be like the ones in movies, but sadly it was not. Having one parent wasn't easy, but my dad did his best to be a great father. My parents separated when I was 7 years old and that was when my childhood changed. Growing up with no mother was difficult, in fact, I felt left out when I would be around my friends because they had both of their parents and did family things together and I didn't. It was very depressing for me because I felt like I was different from everyone else. I also felt like I couldn't do anything or go far with my future goals because I didn't get much support like others did. I never found it easy, but I’m glad I had a father that stood by my side through thick and
God says to honor your mother, but sometimes I question that wisdom. I mean God has some good thoughts and did some really great things, but that doesn’t mean he is all knowing. Mom is great, I love her so much, but once in awhile she just does things that cause me to rip out my hair in disbelief. She has really great qualities from her bravery and intelligence to how loving she is. However, she has some not-so-great qualities, like her anxiety and lack of common sense to how obsessed she can be about things.
Some people, some great people deserve to live forever, or at least die in a worthy or in a fulfilling way. I just got the short end of the bargain, I just got one of the worst things on this earth, cancer. Anyone can get the disease, but the way I see it, it seems unfair and unruly that pure souls could end up with a painful and undeserving demise. Unfortunately, I was one of those pure souls.
Next week is the five year anniversary of my dads passing. He went to be with the Lord on June 14th. Seven days shy of his birthday. [Dad did everything in seven’s, it was his favorite number.] When this popped up in my Facebook Memories this morning, I started thinking about the many different examples my parents sat for me growing up. Especially the ones my father sat. I spent far more time with my mom, but the time I spent with dad was always special. Dad really did teach by example. I can remember shopping as a family. Kids want to touch everything. Dad always told me to put my hands in my pockets. If I didn’t have pockets, I was to put my arms behind my back and hold my wrist. He made sure he did whatever it was I had to do. He also told
My mom, just like most moms has been with me for my whole life. Her birthday is
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
"No, I'm sorry your grandfather will never be strong enough to withhold surgery." I heard from a deep voiced man standing across the room from my mom and I. When I was younger I lived with my mom and grandparents. My mom was a young, working, single mother with an alcohol addiction. My grandparents helped her tremendously. They were like a second set of parents just a little bit better because they would give me chocolate milk, the real chocolate milk! My grandma was a little sick but she still did everything for everyone. She taught me how to cook, bake, sew, garden and also how to swim. My grandpa on the other hand was my best buddy! Everywhere he went I went whether it was to the store, down the street to a neighbors house, or even to mow
I made a few friends but I usually did nothing except doing everything we had to do. I went through kindergarten and second grade pretty easily. In third grade I met my best friend tashawn. Middle school was a very easy time I got good grades and made a lot of friends. My classes slowly got easier.
Education is not to teach men facts, theories or laws, not to reform or amuse them or make them expert technicians. It is to unsettle their minds, widen their horizons, inflame their intellect, teach them to think straight, if possible, but to think nevertheless. Robert Maynard Hutchins
Given her own war ridden past, she still manages to forgive people who have caused her so much pain and suffering. A situation with a former friend presented me with a chance to learn forgiveness. My mother preached forgiveness my entire life but, I never grasped what it truly was until I was put in the situation. My forth lesson derived from my first true loss. I was only 10 years old when I lost my best friend, my cousin and someone I considered my brother.
The year 2013 was the most deviating year for me, many were killed. That year my friend died, without accomplishing all that she wanted. I remember her saying many times that she wanted to go back to school, but kept on getting discouragement from her brother. She was never true to herself, instead was true to others. My friend death didn’t make me gloomy; it just made me want to live my life to the fullest and be true to myself. Many people did not realize until the end of their life all the things that wish to accomplish, and been happy is a choice. The most common regret is when looking back they see how many dreams has gone unfilled. Therefore the death of my friend makes me want to live my life to the fullest, be true to myself, not the live other people expected me to have, and I wish my friend had allowed herself to be happy. I do things every day that will make me happy, and I encourage people to do so. I live my life likes little children who never hesitate if they want something because they know that, if they lose it they will burst into tears. I have been have been havi...
I've always been told that I’m a very motherly, nuturing person, which has always seemed odd to me because I've never really had a mother. My mom passed away about two months before my 6th birthday and my sister and I were emotionally abused by my step mother for two years before my father finally left her for our family's mental well-being. I think this trait may stem from my childhood, my number one job has always been to watch over my younger sister Katie. Since my father was in the military until I was almost 16 and we spent most of our childhood moving from city to city he was always busy
One day after a long day at work I came home to an unexpected conversation. Something a kid wouldn’t want to hear from a parent. The thing is, i’m not a kid, but it hurt me like one. My own mother told me that she was going to start over, “a new life with something different”. She was moving to a different state.