Ignacio Andrade
January/ 8/ 2016
Getting Back on my Feet It’s funny how we grow up believing life will be as easy and magical as we are shown in television and movies; then life gives us a blunt wakeup call that life is not all rainbows and sunshine. Unfortunately, I was once a victim of that dangerous illusion; I always kept myself in my personal bubble of comfort thinking everything revolved around my big head; then high school gave me a pretty big wake up call. Everyone always said high school would be… not pleasant, that was a huge understatement in my case. First of all, my parents were going through a separation at the beginning of my freshman year and my mom was devastated to say the least, she tried her best not to show it but I …show more content…
For a year I had to wake up at 4 am every single day, shower, get dropped off at the bridge by 5:30, wait for the city bus, drop off my sister at her middle school by 7:20, walk about a half mile to school, then do after school activities and run to the bus stop where my sister would wait for me, get home at around 8pm, do homework and eat. This was our life for about a year.
Towards the latter end of my sophomore year, my older brother let my sister and I move back into our old house, but sadly, my mom was not welcome. According to my dad, she had no place in his house. I felt guilty for leaving her all by herself in Matamoros as we were in Brownsville enjoying ourselves, except not really, we lived with our brother, that is, when he decided to come home. We had to learn to cook on the weekends when we would stay with our mom; wash clothes, iron clothes, tie a tie; we did a lot of growing up to do in such a short time. She was always so proud of me though, whenever I won an award, or went off to compete for something, I remember how much she would brag about me to our …show more content…
I went to a therapist in Matamoros and she helped me relieve some of my pain, but still I had a lot of guilt and regret in my heart. I thought church could help me with something that seemed too heavy of a burden for me to cope with on my own, but due to personal beliefs conflicting with those of the church; I stopped going and instead started spending more time with my sister and my friends. The thought that my mom would not want me to be sad, made me realize I needed to get my act together and that everything I did from there on-forth would have to be in her
January/ 8/ 2016
Getting Back on my Feet It’s funny how we grow up believing life will be as easy and magical as we are shown in television and movies; then life gives us a blunt wakeup call that life is not all rainbows and sunshine. Unfortunately, I was once a victim of that dangerous illusion; I always kept myself in my personal bubble of comfort thinking everything revolved around my big head; then high school gave me a pretty big wake up call. Everyone always said high school would be… not pleasant, that was a huge understatement in my case. First of all, my parents were going through a separation at the beginning of my freshman year and my mom was devastated to say the least, she tried her best not to show it but I …show more content…
For a year I had to wake up at 4 am every single day, shower, get dropped off at the bridge by 5:30, wait for the city bus, drop off my sister at her middle school by 7:20, walk about a half mile to school, then do after school activities and run to the bus stop where my sister would wait for me, get home at around 8pm, do homework and eat. This was our life for about a year.
Towards the latter end of my sophomore year, my older brother let my sister and I move back into our old house, but sadly, my mom was not welcome. According to my dad, she had no place in his house. I felt guilty for leaving her all by herself in Matamoros as we were in Brownsville enjoying ourselves, except not really, we lived with our brother, that is, when he decided to come home. We had to learn to cook on the weekends when we would stay with our mom; wash clothes, iron clothes, tie a tie; we did a lot of growing up to do in such a short time. She was always so proud of me though, whenever I won an award, or went off to compete for something, I remember how much she would brag about me to our …show more content…
I went to a therapist in Matamoros and she helped me relieve some of my pain, but still I had a lot of guilt and regret in my heart. I thought church could help me with something that seemed too heavy of a burden for me to cope with on my own, but due to personal beliefs conflicting with those of the church; I stopped going and instead started spending more time with my sister and my friends. The thought that my mom would not want me to be sad, made me realize I needed to get my act together and that everything I did from there on-forth would have to be in her