My Mom knew my ideas and went with it. I was still a teenager so there was a big chance I would change my mind, and I did. I got a boyfriend in my senior year of high school and he ended up being the focus point of my life. I lost most interest in being a Nun even though I still dreamed about being one. I spent my saved money on my senior prom instead of flying to Italy, and I stopped learning Italian, and started trying to learn Spanish since my boyfriend was Puerto Rican. He spoke English and Spanish fluently, and his family spoke Spanish around me often where I felt left out of the conversation a lot. I enjoyed hearing a different language around me though. I was invited to big family parties where his who family and a bunch of friends
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My Boyfriend said Puerto Ricans get along with white people, but do not get along much with black people. I found that odd, but I realized that people really did not care about me being white while I was on the street compared to if I was on the streets of the black sections of Hartford. My Boyfriend’s grandmother’s house was very stereotypical older Spanish woman. All the couches were wrapped in plastic. There were images and statues of Jesus and Mother Mary everywhere. She even had a photo of Popes on the walls along with photos of her family. His grandmother did not speak much too any English, so she had to have people around her tell me what she was saying. That whole family has very close ties to Puerto Rico and they visit that island very often. I was invited to Thanksgiving over his mom’s house and Turkey was not the main course of their meal. They had turkey, but the main course was pig’s shoulder. I was put off by the name but it tasted amazing where I wanted more of it. My plate also has Spanish rice mixed with beans, different types of veggies and a kind of macaroni and cheese that I never had before. That was very different …show more content…
On May 20th I went through the scariest event of my life. Moore got devastated by a F5 tornado and I was all alone at my boyfriend’s mom’s house where I was staying for my visit. I first hid in the closet after getting a phone call from my boyfriend’s sister to seek shelter and that the bathroom was not good since it had a window. I gutted a closet in seconds to where it was only me in the closet so nothing would harm me. I got 2 more calls, and on the last call my boyfriend’s sister again frantically telling me to get underground and that news reports are saying the tornado is now an F5, and people will die if they are caught in it above ground. I put my school ring on my finger and put my Photo ID in my pocket and ran outside. I could see a big dark cloud with a huge funnel, and I got the seller door open and got into the seller. The Seller door was broken and I really thought I was going to die and I had my ID and ring on so if anything happened, people would know who I am. All I could think about were my parents, family, and my boyfriend. I wrapped myself up in pool inflatables and started praying. I also repeated the rosary and prayed for the tornado to stop and to harm no one. The noises were just as people described, it sounds like a freight train destroying things in its path. Eventually the sounds stopped and the alarms stopped and I popped my head out from the seller to see that the house was
My Boyfriend said Puerto Ricans get along with white people, but do not get along much with black people. I found that odd, but I realized that people really did not care about me being white while I was on the street compared to if I was on the streets of the black sections of Hartford. My Boyfriend’s grandmother’s house was very stereotypical older Spanish woman. All the couches were wrapped in plastic. There were images and statues of Jesus and Mother Mary everywhere. She even had a photo of Popes on the walls along with photos of her family. His grandmother did not speak much too any English, so she had to have people around her tell me what she was saying. That whole family has very close ties to Puerto Rico and they visit that island very often. I was invited to Thanksgiving over his mom’s house and Turkey was not the main course of their meal. They had turkey, but the main course was pig’s shoulder. I was put off by the name but it tasted amazing where I wanted more of it. My plate also has Spanish rice mixed with beans, different types of veggies and a kind of macaroni and cheese that I never had before. That was very different …show more content…
On May 20th I went through the scariest event of my life. Moore got devastated by a F5 tornado and I was all alone at my boyfriend’s mom’s house where I was staying for my visit. I first hid in the closet after getting a phone call from my boyfriend’s sister to seek shelter and that the bathroom was not good since it had a window. I gutted a closet in seconds to where it was only me in the closet so nothing would harm me. I got 2 more calls, and on the last call my boyfriend’s sister again frantically telling me to get underground and that news reports are saying the tornado is now an F5, and people will die if they are caught in it above ground. I put my school ring on my finger and put my Photo ID in my pocket and ran outside. I could see a big dark cloud with a huge funnel, and I got the seller door open and got into the seller. The Seller door was broken and I really thought I was going to die and I had my ID and ring on so if anything happened, people would know who I am. All I could think about were my parents, family, and my boyfriend. I wrapped myself up in pool inflatables and started praying. I also repeated the rosary and prayed for the tornado to stop and to harm no one. The noises were just as people described, it sounds like a freight train destroying things in its path. Eventually the sounds stopped and the alarms stopped and I popped my head out from the seller to see that the house was