The Truth of Growing Up As a child all I wanted to do is just grow up and be an adult. As I grew older and taken on more responsibilities, I realized that growing up is not all that exciting and is actually difficult. In the final year of high school when college is the big stress, all the teachers want is to prepare us for the long papers, difficult tests and more stress. In the back of mind I’m thinking, wow this is going to be stressful, I don’t want to go to college anymore. Well my wish came true…
The Kindergartner who was outside to play unsupervised got into a fight. I was meant to watch how he was doing, do a lap and ask how he was playing, while outside he was running around and said, “They are telling secretes about me and they are not telling”. After that he ran away to the playground with the swings, and slide. I walked behind him trying to understand what was going on, as he ran as soon as he told me that statement. While walking up the steps in the slide one of the supposed kids who was telling secretes was in front of him.…
As a child growing up in Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Union, the idea of a vast planet brimming with civilization and culture was more like something out of a fairy tale than it was reality. So, when my father announced that we would be leaving the country to go to Scotland, the home of his and my ancestors, my world began to expand at a rapid pace. This trip could not have been timed more perfectly. The summer of 2007 marked the end of fourth grade, my first year at Saint Mary Academy Bay View.…
I am the oldest child. I have two younger siblings who I love unconditionally, but life as the oldest child is not the picnic most people think it is. I know this probably sounds cliché, becoming who I am because of my siblings, but it is the truth without them I would not be the person I am today. When I was four years old my mother became pregnant with my sister. My sister, Madison was born seven months before I turned five.…
"Miss Jan, Miss Jan," the excited voice shouted over the noise of the crowded mall. My sister and I turned around to see a boy, probably around twelve years old, racing toward her. My sister called him by name, gave him a hug and asked him what was going on in his life. They talked as if they knew each other well. He and his mother chatted with my sister for some time before they left.…
Pharrell Williams once said that "If you go with fear you will fail. But if you go with faith you will be fine. You are capable of so much". This quote, along with many others written in the margins of my notebooks, exemplifies the emotional battle that is constantly occurring inside my head. I believe that not one single event truly signified the life-long transition from childhood to adulthood in my life, rather my view of the world and those around me changed drastically as I aged.…
I was eight years old, shy but bright, and excelling in the second grade. Though I did not expect it, big change was about to come. One day in March as I was waiting for my mother to pick me up from school, Ms. Allen, my teacher, told me she would need to talk to my mom for a minute before we left. "…
It was a Saturday morning March 17, 1996 I was eight months in my mother’s tummy and my due date was in mid April. Uncle Benito had the crazy idea of going to the snow all because my mother had never seen the snow. My mother told me of a hill she sled down from, a great slope that didn’t leave her feeling to good “No me siento muy bien.” My uncle rushed her to Granada Hills Hospital on the morning of March 19, 1996; I was born seven pounds at eight minutes until eight.…
I remember when I was 5, the first time I went to a building daily for 8 hours. I sat down on the cold blue chair. In front of me was a bin of crayons, all the colors of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple. I remember sitting in the cold room and having the freedom to draw marks on my blank sheet of paper. The dye scratching against the table, colors spreading across the canvas like the sun, rising in the early morning.…
Pivotal Moment in Literacy Development Getting my hands Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone was a pivotal moment in my literacy development. I remember receiving the first book in the series, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, at the age of 11 for Christmas. There were six other books that followed, all better than the last. At the pace that these books were released, they had successfully accompanied me through my critical years of development and on to adulthood. JK Rowling and her creations unknowingly gifted to me an expansive imagination, patience, and enabled me to relate to similar social issues such as racism and bigotry that were not only present in the real world, but in the Wizarding world as well.…
A Girl With a Story There she was sitting in the room waiting patiently for my arrival. She had dark curly hair; so curly it made you think she got a perm. She had a face that was as white as snow. She seemed like a truly fine individual.…
Many people grow up having a normal childhood, I being one of them. I grew up living in a warm, and welcoming household with my mother, father, and older brother. As a child, we all thought we had no worries in the world. Everything was peaceful and taken care of by our parents. We all eventually grow up, and have to become more responsible.…
Little girl rising When I was a little girl. I can honestly say that I had no real role models to look up to, much less identify with. I had already established a little self hate. There were only women with light skin, blue eyes and blonde hair that held important roles.…
A Turning Point Many events occur during a person’s lifetime, some heal the soul and others leave an unpleasant scar. Either way, by time, all of those events come together to give that person a memorable experience that will not be forgotten. I have faced many terrific circumstances, some of which gave me good memories and some gave me terrible experiences. However, the most remarkable event in my life was an exceptional one, one that made me realize that no matter how bad things get, there will always be something better.…
My early childhood holds some of my absolute favorite memories. I can remember so many good times with my friends and family but every time wasn’t perfect. When I did something bad a time out or in rare occasions a spanking would be my punishment. I would describe my parent’s style as authoritative. Authoritative parents are firm, setting clear and consistent limits.…