Cyia Drew
ENGL100
Childhood Essay
In my earliest childhood memories I am sitting alone on a playground, watching parents play with their children. I sit alone, squeezing my eyes shut tight and imagining that I am one of those children being pushed by their father in a stroller or sitting in their mother’s lap as they fly down the big blue slide. I didn’t grow up with a mother, and the father that I did grow up with constantly made me wish I hadn’t grown up with one of those either. But more than anything, I wanted a mother. Instead, I was left to play by myself in the backyard or my bedroom. Night after night stay up late crafting a list of things I wanted in a mother- she would be kind and she would hug me and braid my hair. She would let …show more content…
Two months into that school year, I went on my first date and spent hours sitting in her room talking about how nervous I was. “Do you think he’ll still like me afterwards? What if it’s awkward? What if he tries to kiss me? I don’t know how to kiss!” I blurted out question after ridiculous question with no filter as she laughed and reassured me that of course he would like me, I was a very nice girl. She smiled and shook her head when a month later I insisted that he was my soulmate, that first love was real love. Three months after that, she rubbed my back and handed me tissues when I came into her room and told her that I’d just gotten dumped. My next boyfriend asked me when he could meet my parents- I told him he was certainly better off not meeting my dad but that I had someone much more important to me that I wanted him to meet, and he laughed at me when I told him it was my English teacher. She held me when he broke up with me, too. At the end of the year, she gave me her number and encouraged me to text her over the summer in case I needed her for anything. I certainly did need her kind words and motherly guidance, specifically when my dad’s anger grew worse than usual or when he stole from my piggy bank and I couldn’t work enough …show more content…
She’s excited to meet you. I’m doing everything I can to make this easier for you.” she said to me when I came in the next day. March 19th was one of my most difficult days. I signed into my first period study hall and went to her room as I did every other day, but I knew that day was different. She had already been crying when I walked in, and handed me a half moon cookie, a set of sarcastic sticky notes with a note attached that read “Some of our shared philosophies,” and a card reading “We have this paper on our fridge that I wanted to pass along to you. However, it’s been there for while so it’s kind of gnarly now so I’m just going to copy what it says here: ‘You are braver than you believe, stronger than you know, smarter than you think and loved more than you know.’
You are going to be a great success at Dryden and in life. I want you to keep in touch, let me know when your shows are so I can come, and keep me in the loop as you begin to think about college next year. You always have a place to stay in T-burg when you need one. You’re an amazing person and I mean that. Love, Mrs. Ibert.” I carry that card with me every day, the way other people carry around pictures of their significant other or their
ENGL100
Childhood Essay
In my earliest childhood memories I am sitting alone on a playground, watching parents play with their children. I sit alone, squeezing my eyes shut tight and imagining that I am one of those children being pushed by their father in a stroller or sitting in their mother’s lap as they fly down the big blue slide. I didn’t grow up with a mother, and the father that I did grow up with constantly made me wish I hadn’t grown up with one of those either. But more than anything, I wanted a mother. Instead, I was left to play by myself in the backyard or my bedroom. Night after night stay up late crafting a list of things I wanted in a mother- she would be kind and she would hug me and braid my hair. She would let …show more content…
Two months into that school year, I went on my first date and spent hours sitting in her room talking about how nervous I was. “Do you think he’ll still like me afterwards? What if it’s awkward? What if he tries to kiss me? I don’t know how to kiss!” I blurted out question after ridiculous question with no filter as she laughed and reassured me that of course he would like me, I was a very nice girl. She smiled and shook her head when a month later I insisted that he was my soulmate, that first love was real love. Three months after that, she rubbed my back and handed me tissues when I came into her room and told her that I’d just gotten dumped. My next boyfriend asked me when he could meet my parents- I told him he was certainly better off not meeting my dad but that I had someone much more important to me that I wanted him to meet, and he laughed at me when I told him it was my English teacher. She held me when he broke up with me, too. At the end of the year, she gave me her number and encouraged me to text her over the summer in case I needed her for anything. I certainly did need her kind words and motherly guidance, specifically when my dad’s anger grew worse than usual or when he stole from my piggy bank and I couldn’t work enough …show more content…
She’s excited to meet you. I’m doing everything I can to make this easier for you.” she said to me when I came in the next day. March 19th was one of my most difficult days. I signed into my first period study hall and went to her room as I did every other day, but I knew that day was different. She had already been crying when I walked in, and handed me a half moon cookie, a set of sarcastic sticky notes with a note attached that read “Some of our shared philosophies,” and a card reading “We have this paper on our fridge that I wanted to pass along to you. However, it’s been there for while so it’s kind of gnarly now so I’m just going to copy what it says here: ‘You are braver than you believe, stronger than you know, smarter than you think and loved more than you know.’
You are going to be a great success at Dryden and in life. I want you to keep in touch, let me know when your shows are so I can come, and keep me in the loop as you begin to think about college next year. You always have a place to stay in T-burg when you need one. You’re an amazing person and I mean that. Love, Mrs. Ibert.” I carry that card with me every day, the way other people carry around pictures of their significant other or their