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When people hear stories about Louisiana, they automatically think they are taking place in New Orleans. However, my story takes place in northern Louisiana in a small city called Monroe. I was born in Bastrop, a small town right outside of Monroe. Growing up, Monroe was my favorite place. I didn’t think anywhere else would be as cool as this city itself. I made many memories in the small city, some of which I’ll share with you. I was an only child until my younger brother, Dakota, was born. He is only a year and a half younger than me, so our differences were little, which kept our arguments at a high. He and I always butted heads, we always wanted what the other had. Shortly after Dakota was born, our father moved away to work. He needed to make money to support our family. My mother didn’t support him leaving us, even though he was doing it for the family, so she married another man that my brother and I called “Puppy”. He got this name from when I first met him, I told him that he was so cute that I’d keep him and call him “Puppy”. After my mother and Puppy got married, we moved to another …show more content…
His job moved him again, and in order to get a raise, he had to move. We packed our bags and left Utah. My brother, however, decided he wanted to live in Louisiana rather than Arkansas. He went back home, and I unloaded my belongings in my new home. I met kids in my neighborhood and my father introduced me to the children of the friends he’d met through his job. During the summer, all I had were a few male friends who weren’t interested in the girly things I was. So, I was pretty sad. I missed Kaylee and McKinnley. Going from a happy home in Utah with friends, to a home in Arkansas with no friends was a hard thing. My school in Arkansas wasn’t any better, either. The kids were rude and didn’t want to be my friend. I quickly got out of the situation and moved back home with my
El Paso, Texas is a relatively large city with a small town attitude. It is one of those cities that grows on you. I embrace the laid back lifestyle and bi-cultural environment - it’s given me an opportunity to develop a unique bicultural identity that influences my motivation to succeed. Especially, being the daughter of an immigrant that upholds Mexican culture. The majority of the population is hispanic, which gave me the sense of mexican traditions that I would share with my family in Mexico. Growing up bilingual ironically provided me comfort in the community. Also, the efforts of the community are being made to modernize and improve the city.
All of this happening within the span of roughly three months. Like McCandless, I have also formed friendships with others that resulted in nearly becoming family. It wasn’t adoption, but we became so close, it was almost like I’d grown up with them all my life, and am viewed as another daughter. this was all because I had decided to strike up a conversation He wasn’t too fond of truly becoming close to others.
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
My name was everlastingly associated with two others, so being my own individual was a constant struggle. The three of us were born within minutes of each other, therefore it lead to us doing everything together. One of our firsts always ended up being all of our firsts. First birthday. First time riding a bike. First time starting public school. First time going to a school dance. I always had to share the spotlight with someone else. To me, it almost seemed as things were always less significant when two other people were also doing those same
When Anthony was due, I was allowed to pick out the name. The names that stuck were Richard, Michael, and Alex. I then thought about the name Anthony. I chose that name because my mom’s best friend, Anthony, and my “father figure” died when I was finishing fourth grade. So, in thought of him and since he was no longer with us, why not name my first brother that. My brothers mean everything to me. When my dad had to take a nap in between shifts, when I would visit, and when my step mom is still at work, I make lunch and snacks for them, then my other grandparents came and helped me around the house and take them swimming. My point is, that I help with my family a lot and I wouldn’t be able to live without them. Even if we got into huge
What started out as a tropical storm in the Bahamas, soon turned into one of the deadliest hurricanes to ever hit the United States. Hurricane Katrina hit land in Louisiana on August 29, 2005 causing a devastating and long-lasting effect on southeast Louisiana. Most people evacuated coastal Mississippi and Louisiana, including some of my family members and me. I was only in the second grade when the hurricane hit, however I still remember the tragic event like it was yesterday. I was affected by Hurricane Katrina in many ways, some ways I still cannot forget no matter how hard I try.
I was born and lived in Haiti for eight years of my life. The poverty there is so high that it has been labeled the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. That is where I grew up. People had homes, but they could often be blown away by strong winds. Our materials for building homes was of very poor quality and limited. We had so little money that I often saw kids and their families sleeping on the side of every street corner. I was one of the most fortunate kids. I remember sleeping on a dirt floor in my grandmother’s little hay house when I was around six years old. At least I had a home. I was put in an orphanage where I was later adopted and brought to the United States. Almost everyday, at the orphanage, the kids and I talked of how
Louisiana is home to not just the famous Mardi Gras, large exports of seafood great and small, or the infamous French Quarter. It is also a place of diversified culture, that has mixed for hundreds of years since the first colony was settled there. This mixture and plethora of cultures has influenced everyday life and is reflected in the music that was created and is popular in the state of Louisiana. Louisiana is considered to be the birthplace of Jazz, and it is a popular place for other music genres that have flourished and developed in the heart of New Orleans, such as Zydeco, Cajun, and Rhythm & Blues. Due to the fostered growth of these musical genres, many famous artists are also raised in Louisiana that have performed said genre.
At the tender age of 23 years, I packed up everything owned that I had in my bedroom and stored in my mom’s garage and followed the then, love of my life to Memphis, Tennessee. Everyone in my family thought I was crazy. How could I leave Southern California, where I had been born and raised, to go to Memphis, Tennessee? A place at the time only known by my family and associates for its famous landmark, Graceland, and its infamous owner Elvis. I remember some of the well wishes and words of my mom and aunt, who each pulled me aside at one point and another to tell me, “No matter what happens, you can always come home.” I felt like the prodigal daughter. But it didn’t impede my tracks. I got in the car the
The place where I would like to call me second home is located all the way down in Savanna Georgia. I can remember way back about nine years ago in the summer of 2008. The plane ride was a long and hot, and I spent the whole ride playing on my PSP. When I got off the plane I remembered walking through the freezing cold Savanna International Airport seeing all the flags of different countries hanging from the ceiling, but then taking one step out of the airport front doors looking for the car services that was rented and feeling the crushing 100°F heat and deathly humidity. But it is all worth the painful heat to spend time in the beautiful city.
So while I was at home they lived at school. I barely saw my siblings due to the number of people enrolled was so massive it would hard to find them. I also did not have a cellphone to contact them because according to my parents I was too young, so I was stuck having to figure stuff out on my own. Not being able to be in boarding school limited some activities I could have been part of but did not stop me from doing
Up until March 5th of 2009, I had been an only child. Many big changes occurred in my life the year prior to the birth of my new brother. My mom became remarried, we moved to a bigger house down the same street, and there was talk of a new baby in the future. The remarriage was a small celebration held at a quaint location on a chilly fall night, a night you would rather be snuggled up on the couch with warm, fuzzy blankets drinking from a mug of hot cocoa. The move was a breeze, as I can just about see the old house through the tall maple trees from the new. I carried whatever I could back and forth, running quickly back down the street to grab more. The excitement of a new house chasing me to and from. Lastly, the talk of a sibling. I wasn’t sure what to think. The thought of a sister excited me, but a brother not so much. I wanted to share my dolls and dress up, not have to play with mud and trucks. Despite my wants, I had a feeling it was going to be a boy. The day of the ultrasound, I made a bet with my step-dad the baby would be a boy. After, I was a dollar richer and a sister of a brother to be. Having to wait a few more months to meet the little guy would be torture, as the anticipation was killing me slowly. I may not have been ready for the changes made and the ones to come, but I took them like a champ.
Before my younger brother, my mother and I moved to San Diego with my oldest brother and my grandmother, our life in Stockton was going just fine. I just started freshman year with all my friends from my junior high class at Weston Ranch High School. My father would help me with sports and my older brother would suggest the different classes to take at Weston Ranch High School. Things ran smo...
He had anger management issues due to the frustration surrounding him. My mom, having no clue as to what to do, approached a low-income counselor who helped us slowly piece back together the miscommunication in the family. So much attention was put onto my brother that I felt as if I was doing everything alone. My cousin who would pick me up from school everyday since the incident of someone chasing me was the only person who would ask me “What did you learn today?”. At first, I would respond with “nothing” or “I forgot” because it was such an awkward thing for a child whose focus was not in school but rather wondering when I would see my mom. Overtime, I would repeat this question to myself in class or at school that way I would have something to talk about on my way home. Things stayed like this for quite some time until the day my mom lost her
Introduction: At the end of July, I awoke to one of my best friends, Kelly calling me to ask if I wanted to road trip down to Louisiana with her and one of our other friends Isabel. As the one in the group whom had always been spontaneous, I wasn’t very surprised when Kelly noted that the trip would take place in just a few weeks and that we needed to book plane tickets that day for the trip. Moreover, Isabel attends Louisiana State University and needed to drive down to school, however she did not want to make the nearly 24-hour drive alone. While, I truly wanted to go with two of my closest friends whom I consider family, I knew that this road trip would be difficult for several crucial reasons. For instance, my parents would not be on board