All My Life The Beginning On the probably cold day of January 24th, 2002, I was born. All 8.5 pounds of me. And, my timeline started. When my first birthday came around, it was awesome! I'm kidding. I can't remember much from when I was younger. The only thing I really remember is when I was two, and my grandmother gave me a Nemo pillow for a gift. She passed a few years back, when I was one or two. There's that. I'll try to be less depressing. When I two, I did stuff. I have absolutely know idea what I did. I know I went to daycare every day. More like daycares. I got booted from a boat-load of daycare centers when I was two and three. If I'm thinking right, I went to five or four different centers give or take. One of them was the Y on Cleveland Heights Blvd. They still have the picture of me when first signed up for daycare. I started pre-k when I was four. Mrs. Nelson was one of my teachers. I was a REALLY bad kid action wise. I would get on yellow or red on a daily basis. I went to College Heights in Downtown Lakeland. A lot of my classmates went there, too. My mom came in around Easter to dye eggs. Another thing was whenever we went to recess, there was always this white Chevy truck that drove on the back-street that we would wave to. Then came kindergarten. I was six when I arrived at South Mckeel. I had Mrs. Seely as my teacher, and did I give her a run for her money! I was still pretty bad. My Mom and Pops came in for a story time thing, and that was about. As with everything, I can't remember that much. First grade was a great year. I had Mrs. Kelly Oglialoro and my grandfather though it was a grand idea to give me my first knife. Yeah, I got suspended for bringing a knife to school. I met Logan B. for the firs... ... middle of paper ... ... Taylor is the girl I liked. After a few months, she found out. It wasn't a secret anymore. But, safe to say, she didn't flip out. We're currently friends and no one really bugs us about, well, us, anymore. Sadly though, my suffering just got worse. P.E.'s got warmer, and boys got more sweaty. The girls started spraying five bottles of perfume in class, and fluorescent became the "hip fashion." I got stuck with the loudest class in school history, and soon found myself asking people for help. Not as a joke, either. I also became super popular with the ties I used to wear, and I hate being in the limelight. But, on the plus side, I became a master of sarcasm. I got new shoes, and I got to show off my Ray Bans at Kennedy Space Center whenever we went. And, most importantly, I made friends for life. It's been a really great life. But... I'm only half-way through.
I could have taken this change in my life as something terrible, tragic, and sad. Instead, I chose to make the most of it and accept it as a new challenge. I began to communicate with as many people as I could and I trained myself to become a more social person. I joined about every sport possible in middle school and made it a goal to become friends with everyone. By moving to Iowa, I evolved from a shy kid into a much more outgoing and adventurous adolescent.
My preschool years are a little fuzzy, but gave me a memory i’ll never forget. I was about 4 years old, me and other children would stand in a big circle while our preschool teacher read to us the book In a Cave. When
My first day of kindergarten was not a happy day for me. I was scared and wanted to
Everyone has his or her own first day of kindergarten experiences. Some might have been more memorable while others still trying to forget. Mine was merely an observance and evaluation period. After I gave my mother a kiss goodbye, and placed my belongings in the cubbyhole I was ready to learn, but unfortunately the majority of the other students were not. Considering one can not get too accomplished over many loud high-pitched cries, I was forced to be patient and suffer silently from boredom.
I was born at 8:09 AM on Sunday, June 23, 2002, at Caritas Norwood Hospital in Norwood, Massachusetts. The day I was born wasn’t particularly interesting, other than the fact that it was three days after my mother’s birthday, which was also three days after my due date. On the morning of June 22, my mother had more than twenty guests over. So for the rest of that day, she exhausted herself as she cleaned the whole house and mopped every floor.
It was in first grade that I truly learned what the world was like., you are too fat, you are too ugly, we do not like you, you are not cool, you are trailer trash, you are so poor that you have to wear Walmart clothes... Feeling belittled, heartbroken and angered, I walked away with my head down, tears in my eyes and
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
Other things in my life changed as well. I started to care about school, and developed a love for learning. My grades reflected this, and soon I began to like school again. I became cheerful and jubilant in my own ways. I was still under the clutches of my computer addiction, but things were looking up. I made some new friends in my class, and was generally a nicer person. I started listening to the same songs I always have, but at the same time branched out to different genres. I became a better person both in and out of my
In eighth grade, the amazing experiences are far more numerous than the regretful moments. First in eighth grade I believe the best part was the teachers. They have all taught me so much, and I will certainly use what they have equipped me with in high school. They all deserve so much for teaching the "future of the world." I am sur...
point in time, being of such a young age, I started to block out a lot of what
First day of first grade was announced on the speaker of my orphanage. I was so scared to go because I didn 't know what it was like to be in a different building than the orphanage. School sounded so scary I hid in the laundry room and it took half the morning for the staff to find me. That didn 't stop me from going, I refused to put on the uniform that was required for school. Somehow they got me to the
It was strict and somewhat of a boot camp but nothing serious damaging to a child enough to complain. The school was from 8 am to 12 pm because I was only five and it was kindergarten. Mommy Voi would drop me off at the driveway of the kindergarten, and I would remember crying because I didn’t want her to leave me there. I felt like the only person that mattered was leaving me alone. The world would start spinning again when she would pick me up at 12 pm. I would be so delighted to see her and run to hold her hand. We would then walk home talking about my day at school and what I would like to eat for dinner. By the time she would pick me up from school, she would have a plastic bag of small groceries for us at home. I remember asking her a couple of times, “Mom let me carry that” and she would say, “No, it’s too heavy for you.” Walking home was fun for me because I passed two other elementary schools with my mom and those kids could not laugh at me or touch me. The school I went to was regarded as an outstanding school and so my uniform informed everyone on the way home where I was educated. School children seem to dislike me because of the name on my badge, so I always made sure to walk by them with
In six grade, I had to interact with other kids. I slowly learned that I could talk to them, by the middle of the year. The learning in that class in the middle of the school year wasn’t the greatest. I learned a lot and grew a lot during that year, from being scared in the beginning of having friends in the end of the year. I had a great teacher named Mrs. Sandoval who really gave me the help I needed.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were
The first high school I went to was Franklin high school. I remember my first day because I got in trouble for having red hair that was more on the natural side. I was not used to being told I was not allowed to dye my hair. I was wearing skinny jeans with camouflage superman shirt. My