For the past 16 years, my little brother, Andrew, has been my best friend. Although we’ve been through the typical brother-sister bickering, he’s one of the only people in my life that’s been consistent. He’s not necessarily the most affectionate person, but he’s always been my shoulder to lean on, even if he doesn’t quite understand why I’m upset. He’s a man of few words, but he always shows you know how much he cares through his actions.
When we were younger, it was a constant competition whether or not he was taller than me. However, I lost about 3 years ago when he went through his growth spurt and now towers over me. Even though we’re related, we look nothing alike. Andrew has bright green eyes and a few freckles sprinkled across the …show more content…
Although he doesn’t have a speech problem anymore, he did back then. So during his classes, they would excuse him so that he could go to a separate speech class. In the school’s efforts to help him, they didn’t realize they were actually hurting him. The time he missed in class because of speech was causing him to fall behind and get confused. Before he knew it, his grades began to slip. My parents started becoming concerned, and came to the conclusion that it would be best for him to attend the public school nearby. At the public school they were able to provide him with the help he needed, without taking him out of …show more content…
He loved the school we went to and he had already made so many friends there. Leaving Nativity meant leaving the soccer team, leaving his friends, and leaving me. Year after year, I remember his friends constantly coming up to me asking “when is Andrew coming back? Is he coming back soon? We all miss him”. I also remember not having an answer. As much as I wanted my brother to come back to school with me, I wasn’t sure that he would come back. He would always pester my parents about returning to school but they just brushed it off and told him if he improved, he could come back. As much as we all wanted him to come back to Nativity, it wasn’t looking like it was a part of the plan.
As time went on, he began to really like his new school. It was right up the street from us, so he already knew quite a bit of the kids that went there. He was making all new friends and doing really well in school. At the time, I was slightly bitter about the whole situation. Everyone in my class had their siblings in the same school, except for me. I lost faith that he would come back to Nativity before I graduated 8th
When we were younger, it was a constant competition whether or not he was taller than me. However, I lost about 3 years ago when he went through his growth spurt and now towers over me. Even though we’re related, we look nothing alike. Andrew has bright green eyes and a few freckles sprinkled across the …show more content…
Although he doesn’t have a speech problem anymore, he did back then. So during his classes, they would excuse him so that he could go to a separate speech class. In the school’s efforts to help him, they didn’t realize they were actually hurting him. The time he missed in class because of speech was causing him to fall behind and get confused. Before he knew it, his grades began to slip. My parents started becoming concerned, and came to the conclusion that it would be best for him to attend the public school nearby. At the public school they were able to provide him with the help he needed, without taking him out of …show more content…
He loved the school we went to and he had already made so many friends there. Leaving Nativity meant leaving the soccer team, leaving his friends, and leaving me. Year after year, I remember his friends constantly coming up to me asking “when is Andrew coming back? Is he coming back soon? We all miss him”. I also remember not having an answer. As much as I wanted my brother to come back to school with me, I wasn’t sure that he would come back. He would always pester my parents about returning to school but they just brushed it off and told him if he improved, he could come back. As much as we all wanted him to come back to Nativity, it wasn’t looking like it was a part of the plan.
As time went on, he began to really like his new school. It was right up the street from us, so he already knew quite a bit of the kids that went there. He was making all new friends and doing really well in school. At the time, I was slightly bitter about the whole situation. Everyone in my class had their siblings in the same school, except for me. I lost faith that he would come back to Nativity before I graduated 8th