I looked at the test, it couldn’t be correct. There was no way. A tear ran down my cheek, but I sucked it up and went back to Wal-Mart. There was no way that was correct. I grabbed the most expensive test on the shelf, and went back to my friends’ beauty shop. I had to have some back-up in this situation. I went straight to the bathroom. It said the same thing, positive. I was going to be a mom.
Exactly four weeks prior was October 5th, my 21st Birthday. My boyfriend and I decided to celebrate in the normal fashion, alcohol and backroads. I guess this is what I deserved for that ‘fun’ filled night. My life was ruined. How could I take care of a child, when it was hard enough to take care of myself? I felt as though my life was ruined. I was a 21 year-old college dropout who partied all the time, worked at Dollar General for minimum wage, and lived with my parents. I couldn’t hardly take care of myself, let alone a baby. I went to work, the night went slow, and I was slightly distracted. How am I going to tell Jason? I already know how he would react. We had only been together for 7 months. So, trying to make light of the situation, I stuck the pregnancy tests in a twelve pack of beer like bunny ears, and met him at the
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We barely talked. I was working as much as I could to earn enough to save. Jason wasn’t working and had no intentions to. He moved in with his dad, and set at home every day. I was livid. What kind of Loser had I ended up with? He insisted on going to every appointment with me, though I didn’t want him to. I honestly didn’t want him anywhere around me. At 20 weeks, we found out we were having a little girl. I was halfway there, only 20 weeks to go and I would be a mom. I started trying to work through my resentment against Jason, but I gave up. He was a jerk, and I wasn’t going to put up with him. I had done nothing, but was still the blame of ruining his life. I guess it just took me, to get me pregnant.
had turned 8 months. My father’s words and the experience of having a child has made my life better than I ever thought it would be. Before, I was working every day; passing off time with family just to get a paycheck. Now, I just want to be there. I want to experience everything with my son. Not like my father who only seen his children an hour a night, and regretted the time he missed out in his family . I resigned from my job and enrolled in school. I was bound and determined to get a job where I can be a part of my child’s life rather than just be the provider and miss out on what life really is. Time feels like it’s passing at breakneck speeds, and if you blink it’ll pass by without a second thought. I live life day by day and make sure to be happy and full of love. Life is too short to waste it . I’ve learned a powerful lesson from my father: Work to live the way you want, but do not live to work. Family all ways comes
Sarah! You should be proud of yourself. That devil baby gave you a hemorrhage. At least we know now that he’s a criminal. Imagine the horrors he could do if he were allowed to grow up. Be grateful we found out early.
The knowledge of being pregnant was a hard pill to swallow. Depression had finally sank in as I began to think my life was over. To add insult to injury, not only was I pregnant, but I also kept it a secret. The only person that new my big secret was my cousin. When I took my first pregnancy test she was even in the bathroom with me. As we sat in the bathroom waiting on the results I didn’t know what to think. We quietly tried to bargain to God for my pregnancy test to come back negative. After realizing my test results were positive we sat in shock. I could see the fear in her eyes like flames in a fire. With her being older than me, I begged her to take me to the doctor’s office to take an official pregnancy test. As the days passed and nights grew, my cousin
I was fourteen years old when my life suddenly took a turn for the worse and I felt that everything I worked so hard for unexpectedly vanished. I had to become an adult at the tender age of fourteen. My mother divorced my biological father when I was two years old, so I never had a father. A young child growing up without a father is tough. I often was confused and wondered why I had to bring my grandfather to the father/daughter dance. There was an occurrence of immoral behavior that happened in my household. These depraved occurrences were often neglected. The first incident was at the beach, then my little sisters’ birthday party, and all the other times were overlooked.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
The lost of a child; who knew the pain? Who knew it would be a pain that could not be explained? Who knew you would have to force yourself not to cry all day and everyday? Who knew no words could take away this hurt? Who knew I would have to deal with this pain? Who knew I would be the one going through this pain? No words could ever explain the lost of a child?
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
Education is not to teach men facts, theories or laws, not to reform or amuse them or make them expert technicians. It is to unsettle their minds, widen their horizons, inflame their intellect, teach them to think straight, if possible, but to think nevertheless. Robert Maynard Hutchins
In this assignment we are given to topics to choose from of the lesson: Caregiving. Caregiving is very important today in our families everyday life because we have all been cared for from when we were younger and till we are older. But there seems to be controversy about caregiving today for many Canadian Families, Many families are facing troubles with income looking for child care and as well as elderly care. The topic i am interested to talk about is childcare, Today there is not enough places that can take children because there are so full and not only that expensive. Now a days parents get on a list just before their child is even born. Alot has been taken into consideration and tried to figure out a better solution to help fix this on going issue but there hasn't been a happy medium' founded yet.
My boyfriend and I were so happy; we were such a “perfect couple.” He was truly a great guy, and I ,a well rounded character. I thought I knew him but fate would prove me wrong. He once told me that we would make it through anything, but I knew this was different he had dreams, and so much potential, this would surely detour him from his goals in life. My partner knew as well as I did that me getting pregnant was an accident but in the end he did not hesitate walking out on me, and there my chaos began.
Last year I was able to work with a group to teach others about issues dealing with the children of today. I was approached by a group to put on an eight-hour seminar that concerns children. No one was sure what they wanted except that it would be with a church group that had a day care that operated during the day. I decided to take on the project and began to do my research.
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
There once was a girl who lived a happy life until the age of thirteen. Everything changed that day because that 's when her mother started emotionally, mentally, and verbally abusing her. The girl wanted nothing more than to be loved by her mother but that was not the case. Her mother thought that she was nothing than a worthless piece of garbage on the street. Every day the girl 's mom had something negative to say to the girl whether it was that she was stupid, worthless, or even someone who nobody wanted around. Every day the girl wished to be accepted by her mother, but she knew deep down that would never happen. The girl battled anxiety and depression disorder caused by her mother 's years of torture and abusive ways. The girl was on
High school years are supposed to be a time for fun and exciting events in every adolescent's life. There are parties, ball games, and local after school hangout joints where we can meet. All combined to making high school the most memorable years of any teenage girl?s life. However, my experience in high school took an uneventful turn in tenth grade. My carefree ways had to end and a new wave of responsibility was presented to me. I found out that I was two months pregnant. My thoughts tugged at my conscience, how was I to tell the father of my unborn child? Would my mother support my decision? I had to forget about my partying ways and hanging with my friends. My freedom days of coming and going were about to be over and I quickly became the girl about whom everyone was talking.
Babyhood is the time from when you are born till you 're 18 months old. Like everybody else, I don 't remember anything at all from this time. Whatever I do know is from my parents, siblings and other family members. My mother told me I wanted to appear into this world earlier than I should have. If not for the medications that let me arrive at the proper time, I may not have been here today writing this very sentence. I was born on 19th December, 1999 in Gujarat, India. My parents tell me I was a very quite baby and never troubled them much at all. I would never start crying in the middle of the night, arousing the entire neighborhood. My older brother would often look at me, and state how huge my eyes looked. As a baby, I was very fair, and often was referred to a white egg. Everyone loved to play and touch my cheeks when I was a baby.