“Stop worrying about what you have to lose and start focusing on what you have to gain.” -Anonymous Everyone has that trigger, their little switch that can change their life irrevocably, for better or for worse. Unfortunately for me, my switch flipped when I wanted it the least. I always considered the fact that I lived in the same area for many years a positive part of my life. Although my community wasn't high end or sophisticated, I had been there almost all my life, and it was my definition of normal My last year in middle school was a difficult year. I was excited to be in a class full of friends and was ready to finish the year off strong. Things did not go as planned, and two months after school started, my dad was admitted to the hospital, diagnosed with stage 4 stomach cancer. I remember sitting on the floor of my home, watching as the medics trudged in with their wet boots, tracking in mud while they placed my dad onto a stretcher. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the unconcerned tone the nurses used when they told my mom,” Your husband will be fine. Calm down. It’ll be okay.” Several months after my dad was admitted to the hospital, my family received the news that he did not have much time left. That was the …show more content…
I couldn’t understand the importance of moving. Every time we went to visit a new house, a flare of hatred and spite sparked inside me, and I would just act like the house wasn't good enough. We moved during that same summer after my 8th grade year and I spent the entire break angry about the move. Looking back, I did not see how this was affecting the people around me, for my biggest concern at that moment was the fact that I might be losing my closest friends. I kept my frustration in, which consequently, resulted in a swirling mess of negative feelings that ate away at
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself. About halfway to Massachusetts, I had a gut feeling that this was a bad decision. Upon arrival, I felt like a fish out of water and, I was. Everything was so different compared to how Missouri was.
“Change is hard because people overestimate the value of what they have and underestimate the value of what they may gain by giving that up.”
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
Throughout my life I have been traveling to and from New York and it has pretty much became a regular part of my life. I have left and came back multiple times over the years, from going on vacations to moving for good, but the most significant time was when I was moving out of New York when I was a kid. My parents had a reason to move down to Philadelphia so they decided that’s what we were going to do. Since I was born here and spent most of my early childhood here, the thought of living somewhere else was strange to me, as it would for almost any kid at that age, and I didn’t really know how life would be like outside of the neighborhood where I’m from. The part of New York where I grew up at was very neighborhoody in the Bronx, everyone
I was told that this, my junior year, would be the easiest year of my high school career. And no, they were absolutely wrong. It was not just school and grades that I was concern about either. I had other things to worry about, things like, driving, clubs, friends and family. I however had no idea that it would be this difficult. Throughout this school year I have learned many things; like the value of sleep, whose really your friend, and that although very important, grades are not everything.
I spent the first twelve years of my life in a small town in Delaware, where I imagined I would always stay. Life in Delaware was not perfect but it was ideal for our family. Growing up in that small town made me accustomed to consistency, secureness, and a reliance on close family and friends. Whether it was because of my age or not, I never realized how blessed I was to have grown up in Bear, Delaware. That was until my dad accepted a promotion in the Midwest the winter of sixth grade. The idea of change shocked me, as it would for any other twelve year old unaware that people move from where they are from.
I walked into the school feeling like what is the point of living. I early that week asked out someone and got denied. I was dealing with that my mom was sick in the hospital. She had a sensory overload and a nervous breakdown. It just hit me all that day on how much my life is a wreck. I immediately went to my
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
I would say that my childhood was very different from most children. For me, there really was no stable place that I would consider to be my true home. Due to my dad’s job in banking and finance, I have lived in Chicago, San Francisco, Boston and now Connecticut where I currently reside. As a child growing up, I remember very well, those feelings of nervousness and anxiety being the new kid in school. I would share to my classmates that I had just moved from a prior city and have lived in “this place and that place” and they would stare at me in awe. They had thought that I had the coolest childhood and was so fortunate to see all of the United States. However, for me, that was not what I wanted. I wanted stability. I wanted to develop a core
When the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
When school started i began to make friends and i was making straight A’s so i was very happy! But it was to good to be true. Just like every time something goes good for me thing hit the fan. My parents told me they were getting divorced but not only are they getting divorced but i was also moving to the united stated with my mom. I had literally just started to be happy and that
My life got stressful on first day of second grade. I remember getting off the bus, eager to tell my parents all about what it felt like to be in second grade. As I walked in the door, I could feel that something was wrong. It was something in the air, a depressing mood. Instead of being greeted by a house of warm response, it was silent. I shouted for my parents and searched around, finally finding them in their bedroom.
It was my last year at the school I had attended since I was six. The school that shaped my faith and helped me grow stronger. Three, maybe four months, have passed since then. Despite the fact that I had a panic attack only five days ago, things were increasingly easier. That was when I realized
I moved to Peekskill. New York when I was about eight years old. I used to live in Yonkers, New York but then my parents realized we needed a change. The area that I lived in in Yonkers was extremely bad. There were a lot of drugs and violence and my parents didn't want to finish raising their family in this awful neighborhood. My family and I lived in a small two-bedroom apartment on Radford Street. My family consists of a mother a father five daughters and a son; obviously our family was a bit too big for this apartment. These were just some of the reasons that my parents wanted to move. According to my mother, the school that my sister's and me were attending was not on the same level as some of the other schools in the state that we could have been attending. She thought we were too smart for the schools located in Yonkers. On the other hand, I loved the school that I was going to. I loved P.S 13 for a number of reasons. I really liked the faculty. All the teachers were so nice and friendly. Oddly enough, I liked the food as well. Most kids don't like the cafeteria food but I liked this schools food. Everything seemed to be going so good, but I never realized what was actually going on. I didn't really I was living in danger and that if I walked the wrong way home from school or looked at someone wrong or talked to the wrong person, my life could have been ended within a couple minutes. I never realized that my family and I were living in a community where so many tragic events were taking place right in front of our eyes.
At 13 years old I was diagnosed with cancer for a year. With all the overnight hospital stays was sometimes fun but got dull at times, because I wanted to see friends. Missing out on all the fun things that was going on at school, especially the field trips. Although being in the hospital did stop me from smiling I had a lot of support and comfort. All the family that visit and most importantly my favorite nurse Brittney.