Ninth Doctor

“ obstacles can’t stop you, problems can 't stop you . Most of all , other people can 't stop you. The only one who stops you is yourself. “ - unknown. As we all go on throughout life there will always be people that try to bring you down and tell you you 're not good enough. We’ve all had those moments. Where people underestimate you. In a way I like when people underestimate me or the power of motivation and determination . See although they can say things to bring you down what they don 't…

After losing Gale to cancer (Jan/3/2007), the Faulkner’s try to cope with their pain in different ways. Their mom, Diane, is heartbroken and breaks down, unable to continue working at the same school her son walked around in. She goes into a severe depression, is careless with the rest of the family, and practically disowns them. Their dad, Mark, tries to help her, but she neglects it and him. He takes time off work to take care of the kids, especially Julianne, who’s only 11. After an overdose,…

Lost. Undecided. Those are just a few words I would’ve used if I saw myself back 5 years ago. That’s how I’m sure everyone saw me. I needed a way to push myself out of my comfort zone, something productive that would make me get out of bed in the morning and keep me out of the house when I needed to be out of the house. Then I found something that turned my life around 180 degrees. Here’s my story. I was born in the US. Then left to go to Ecuador (my parent’s native country) to learn Spanish. I…

The Note It was late September of my 8th grade year. We sat on the edge of our seats in Ms.Hansen’s class, watching every tick of the clock pass by. We anxiously awaited the clock to strike 2:00 that Wednesday afternoon. Unanimous silence fell upon everyone as the minutes ticked closer. Silent prayers and worries for him consumed our minds. We couldn’t believe Jacob was going in for surgery any moment. Just days before his four-wheeler accident Jacob and I were passing notes in class, laughing,…

Ninth grade was probably the hardest year of school I 've ever had. The work was one thing but I made it even more hard on myself than it should have been. I made some horrible choices that year and have learned from that experience luckily. I don 't exactly regret my choices at all actually, because if they never happened then I wouldn 't be the person I am right now, but I still look back on them wondering what I was even thinking. My reputation is basically ruined and I 'm still currently…

My childhood was quite ordinary as well as atypical. My childhood could be defined by the two words, ‘carefree’ and ‘dance’. I had started dancing at the age of 4, and took dance very seriously, taking as many as three classes per week, and participating in various competitions. While my classmates were busy taking classes outside of school going to math, English, and science tutors, I spent majority of my outside-school time dancing and preparing for upcoming competitions. At school, my…

I grew up in the “ghetto” town of Pacoima, California. Labeled as one of the most dangerous cities for it’s heavy gang activity and drug use. Despite it seeming like a difficult town to grow up in, I survived the best I could. I lived in a noisy, one room apartment. My parents were always loudly arguing over their differences. When they were both home, I learned to go study and do my homework at the library that was conveniently located across from the apartments. I always loved school, and I…

In ninth grade we were that one friendship that was unbreakable, until October 28, 2014. That first year of highschool was hard for me but harder for me to tell. William had started acting different around me. William wasn’t the William I used to know, he…

“I’m disappointed in you.” The words escaped my dad’s mouth as if they were my own. The truth was, I was disappointed in me too. “I can’t believe you’re going to miss another day of school, you can’t keep doing this Curtis!” I knew he was right; I had already missed 40 days and the school year was barely halfway over, but I just couldn’t find any motive to attend school. When I did find that motivation somewhere very deep within to make my way to school, I cursed myself for being so foolish as…

Volleyball Growing up I always played softball, my whole family grew up playing. My cousin was playing college ball and I was expected to do the same. I loved softball, but playing all the time I was starting to lose my love for it. I played year round regular season, all stars, and travel ball. It was very tiring so when 7th grade came around and I had the chance to try out for volleyball I took it. Turned out I loved it and I wasn’t too bad at it. I have never been too good at trying new…