Eighteen years ago on October 27th, 1997, my parents welcomed me into this crazy world. My mother and father were overwhelmed with joy, and my older sister, who was four at the time, was too. My parents had picked my name out months before I was even born. Rebeka Morgan Tratchel, not your typical spelling for Rebeka, but my mom thought it was unique and wanted me to be different. I was born in the great state of Florida in a small town known as Jacksonville. My father had been stationed here for only a few months before my arrival and my mother and older sister, Meaghan, had only been living there for a few weeks. They all thought I would not arrive until November 4th, but little did they know I would come a little early. I do not remember much about living in Florida, other than going to the beach almost …show more content…
She moved us to a small town called Centralia. Before I even moved I had people from this town messaging me on facebook telling me they couldn’t wait to meet me. All I could think was, “how do they know who I am?” My first day of school I felt like an outsider. I had never felt like an outsider before in any school that I had ever been to before. None of these kids were from military families, and most of them had grown up together. They knew every aspect about each other and I didn’t know a single thing about them. They were all very welcoming and within the first few months I had made several great friendships. During the school year I decided to reconnect with my dad. We emailed back and forth quite a bit and I realized that I really did miss him. In January my dad came home and surprised me in front of my entire middle school. It was just like one of those military homecomings that you see on TV. Everyone in the town knew who I was from that point on. Middle school quickly turned into high school where I would soon figure out who I wanted to be in this
Bob’s side of the family, Reva Heidi, or as I refer to her: Mema. I also met Aunt Melanie, Uncle Steve and my cousins: I instantly became friends with one of my cousins, Lonnie, as he also enjoyed watching Star Wars films and playing with LEGO bricks. That year, I also entered first grade at Highland Rim Elementary School, which as of now, I consider my favorite academic institution. Despite not easily making friends, I admired my teacher, Mrs. Peggy, as she frequently challenged our class with A.R. testing; these tests initiated my hobby of reading. Then in 2009, my dad and stepmom adopted a newborn girl, Serenity; she is currently seven years old. For the next few years, I considered my life exceptional, although several frustrating events
Growing up all my friends had perfect jobs for teenagers. As a teenager, I spent a lot of time applying for jobs and searching for places to work because money didn’t come easy and I wanted to be in control of my own money. But I could never score a job. I applied to at least 100 jobs at least twice and I still couldn’t get an opportunity.
In Florida during the summer it gets pretty hot it's about 90 degrees Fahrenheit to 100 degrees Fahrenheit it will sometimes be hotter or a little bit cooler like 80 degrees Fahrenheit . During the Winter it's about 60 degrees Fahrenheit to 70 degrees Fahrenheit but it can get to 50 degrees Fahrenheit. In Florida there is this lake called okeechobee it is the largest lake in Florida. There is this mountain called the sugarloaf mountain it is the fifth-highest named point in the us state of Florida. At 312 feet above sea level. And those are weather and climate facts about Florida.
My first contact experience was deaf coffee that was held on friday january 22nd at the lighthouse church in puyallup. I was here for about 3 hours from 6-9pm. For me this experience was really weird because i’ve never been in a room of complete silence with so many people communicating so much before. If i hadn’t even notice the doors being widely opened i probably would’ve walked right by the room to be honest. First look at the room and it was quite spectacular. People of all race, ethnic background and culture were all smiling and enjoying each other company. First thought that came to mind was “wow, this is special”. People all getting along in acceptance and connected under one cause, American sign language. The people here are somehow more accepting than the regular people you would find in the outside world. So the first face that i notice is this guy i saw at highline signing at the table with some other people in the student union at highline. I met him earlier this week, his name was aj. I started there, figured i had at least one connection to the deaf community at highline. Went up fingers shaking just managed to get out hi my name Averi. In response he signed i know you, Averi correct? The syntax from ASL to english is still hard for me too cognitively figure out but i figured with
At the end of my 8th grade one of my aunts from Chicago offered me a room in her apartment. I accepted and traveled back to Chicago. I started freshman year in Steinmetz college prep. My English was bad because I never used it back in Mexico and it had been more than six years. My freshman year they put me in ESL classes, but by the end of that year I had improved so much that they took me out of ESL and offered me a place in the IB program. I was starting to like it, but something horrible happened. My grandpa died, and my aunt went back to Mexico and decided to take care of my grandma. I was almost going to go back to Mexico, but luckily one of my aunts that lived in Arkansas, offered me a place in her house. So I left Chicago and all my new friends and school and went to the south. Being the new kid in school is the worst. You don't know anybody and you don't have friends. The school was called Springdale High-school. I made no friends and pretty much sat by myself at lunch the whole year I was there. At the end of that year my aunt told me that my cousin, that was sharing his room with me, told her that he didn't have “privacy” anymore and that I had to
This is my story, I’m Brendon Cox, I was born and raised in Columbus Ohio. I was born to a single mom with whom I lived with until she got into a car accident when I was three. Then my grandmother became my custodial guardian afterwards. I lived with her until I graduated high school. I went to a private school called Holy Spirit from kindergarten to fifth grade.
When I was a Child, I have never stopped wondering what it would be to fly in the sky. I had tried to jump from sofa or bed with an opened umbrella in my hand，and imagined myself as a flying bird. As I grow up, those wonderful fantasy become faded in my brain. I still like flying, and I had experience something like helicopter tour, but never a real fly. I always have the thoughts to explore life, to experience
I remember the first day of my English class like it was yesterday. Term one just started and the class is waiting for the teacher to come. I remember looking down and seeing someone with sandals and was kind of confused, but brushed it off. I felt like every single teacher was going to leave, just like the first year at Jackson Preparatory and Early College. I found myself in a place where I didn’t know if I could trust teachers, because all my life I felt no need to, and didn’t find any reason to talk to them whenever I needed advice or if I had a problem. Every time I found that I liked a teacher, a couple weeks later, they just left without notice. At Jackson Preparatory and Early College, the very first year, we had a staff issue. We slowly
It was the first day of school. I was extremely nervous for my first day at the high school. I didn’t know my way around and was afraid I was going to get lost and be late to all of my classes. I walked into the building next to my older sister Morgan. People were crowding the commons and I didn’t know where any of my friends were. My sister turned to me as asked me where my advisory was, as that was the first class we were going to that day. I tell her the classroom number and she led me to the room. On the way there she described to me the general direction in which I would have to go in order to get to my other classes. Once at my advisory room, she said goodbye and left to go to her own class. I went through the day struggling, but yet
After a successful interview and 3 months alone in California my dad went back to South Africa to say his final goodbyes to all his friends and family. He helped my mom get here safely and once she was settled in to her cozy apartment in Rancho Santa Margarita, California he left for Hebron, Kentucky and worked there for 9 months. When he returned from Kentucky my dad continued to work in telecom for several more companies building wireless cell sites. In 2003 my mom fell pregnant with me after a miscarriage and the possibly of never being able to have children. On April 19, 2004 I was brought into the world and changed my family's world forever because I was the first female born in 3 generations.
They decided to separate, and I was switching between them until the home I lived in my whole life was foreclosed. I had seen the emotional toll on both of them. About 9 years old, I moved to an apartment with my mother to Prescott Valley, the year my mother fell to alcoholism. Often, she partied a lot, to which I suppose now that I think about it, was to catch up to her younger years before she had me. One Christmas Eve, she was at a party, and I was "babysat" by her friend's son, Jack.
On August 27, 2003, I was born. I was brought home to the yellow on top, brick on bottom house on 104 Redbud Ln, Eureka, Illinois. Of course, I have no recollection of this. I’ve only heard the stories of my brother in tears when he was told I could not play with him when I was just a few days old. I’ve only heard stories of me destroying my brothers toy train tracks when I had acquired the right amount of upper body strength to pull myself up to his train table.
A first day at a new school can always be scary and nerve wrecking. Starting a new school can seem as if making new friends will be almost impossible. In the end a new school calls for new experiences and new friends.
My first experience going to college didn’t go as planned as my dreams of becoming a professional fell from grace when I couldn’t find my car. I have been to campus so many times before. The first time, in fact, was only to ask for information. Then; I had to come to take an English proficiency test since I didn’t go to school in the United States. Another day; I’ve come to show that I knew my numbers, not to mention to prove my residency in order to get in-state tuition. I have lost count how many times I have actually come to campus before classes even began.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,