I am from Friday nights, spent in a large backyard chasing lightening bugs only to be depressed on Saturday mornings to find they had escaped from the Mason jar I had trapped them in. I am from Mac and Cheese with cut up hotdogs, and realizing that it is the most disgusting thing in the world as I got older. I am from running down the basement steps after my shower to watch episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and Will and Grace on Thursdays nights with my mom, even though I was far too young to understand any of the jokes. I am from a dog named Max, who set unrealistic standards for what every first pet should be. I am from a spoiled cat named Bing Clawsby. I am from a father who taught me 90’s rap and a mother who doesn’t know how to cook. I am from
When reading this book I began to think of how I grew up and how I am a
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
Just like any other soap opera or teenage show, my life started out rocky and was a climb. In fact, my name didn't even start off as Mickey Mouse! Can you believe that? Originally there was this rabbit, (and if you ask me mice are so much cuter than rabbits) and his name was Oswald.
The drive is my favorite place to be. The reason behind this is that the drive is a perfect purgatory. A perfect middle ground. In the drive i’m going somewhere and yet at the same time i’m going nowhere. You’re leaving and going at the same time. I love this fulcrum because it allows me to not worry about making a decision because it’s happening at the same time. A moment of peace.
A past full of emotions and drama is the past that I come from. My childhood is one
I was born to my amazing parents on September 20,2001 at 10:38pm. I was 7lbs 2oz and 19 ½ inches long. My parents didn’t know I would be walking at 8 months old and be climbing everything. I was super tiny and climbed everything. My parents and aunt started calling me “Houdini” because I could get out of any car seat, I would figure out how to get out of my car seat without unbuckling it then sometimes I would climb to the front seat and sometimes I would open the door and my parents would pull over, give me a spanking, buckle me back up, and shut the door and keep driving. That’s just one of the many things that makes me, me. Based on my deep map I’m going to share about the family I have, the transitions of moving, the sports I play, the
Typically, the drive home would have taken two hours. We were seven hours in. The snow was blowing sideways– I was practically blind.
Mara struggles to verbalize her response but it is clear that this not what she wants. James defends his question.
This entire week, the young boy had been acting awfully strange. Not in a bad way, I just don’t think he has ever been this nice to me. I had begun to think maybe something was wrong, something was up, but I couldn’t think of anything, he was only being nice. Although, every night around the same time, every time, I think I'm hearing something. I had tried to think of a rational reason that I was hearing things, maybe a mouse. But no, every night this past week I hear my door opening. Maybe I’m just becoming senile and paranoid, but it feels so real. I can feel the cold air come in from the outside, and it wakes me. Maybe I am becoming senile and paranoid, I sound like a madman! I’ve began to think maybe it is the young boy, spying on me? I’m not sure, I’m almost positive the young boy doesn’t have anything against me, from every encounter that I can recall, I have been nothing but nice to him!
This morning, I worked up to get ready for school. I put on mo clothes and brush my teeth. I ate breakfast and got ready to go to the bus. What! My mom running to me to give me my lunch. I got on the bus and we were heading to school. I sat in my seat getting ready for class.
I was born on October 3, 2000 in Salinas, California. I was born to wonderful immigrant parents who continue to work hard in order for me to have an awesome life. I have three fabulous sisters that I love and sometimes hate. When I was young, I was not able to explore the world outside of East Salinas. Both of my parents were scared to go out of Salinas and they also didn’t have enough time since they had to work in strenuous jobs. I instead created my own world in my backyard with my pets and homemade swing. In my backyard I had chicks and chickens, ducks, a peacock, and a pup named Cassandra. My swing was just a thick lazo that hung over a tree branch; I used a sweater so that I wouldn’t feel the pressure of the lazo when I sat.
It is something about the holiday season that I start to reminisce back to my childhood. Most likely because of all the many festivities, I was forced to go to as a kid. I hated attending these gatherings. As a child, you could describe me best as a “home body”. At every Thanksgiving I sat in the back corner of my Aunt Tammy’s house and watched as my cousins played and the adults spoke about their past and present lives. Now that I look back, I wish I would have made the most out of these moments, but all I could do is impatiently waiting to indulge in all the delicious holiday food.
I will never talk to my sister again! It all started at 6:30am my dad woke me up and told me to get ready for school so I stumbled out of my comfy bed in my dark blue room and turned the corner then my dad told me to wake up my sister because he had to go, he worked as a bus driver so he has to leave at 6:30 every morning, so I walked out of my room through the hallway and straight to my sisters room, I ran up the steps as loud as I could to try to wake her then I got deeper and deeper into my sisters grumpy teenage room so I turned the corner turned on the lights and screamed WAKE UP SYDNEY!!!
School (ugh) I have been through a lot of it and I still have more to go (ugh). I started school when I turned 2 almost 3 years old. My first year at school was at my church, the program was called “moms and tots” the year after we tried to do “moms and tots” and a preschool called “teddy bears” at the Central High school but doing both did not really work so we just stuck with “teddy bears” for a school year. Like a regular school year, starts in the fall ends in the spring. The year after I attended VPK for another school year at my elementary school called Chocachatti. I continued through Chocachatti till the very end.
I tilted my head up,my eyes turned wide. When I had looked up, I saw all these new faces and My brain was on overload. I suddenly see a face that I recognize. Our eyes locked immediately. Footsteps clack until they reach me. It's an old elementary friend. We walk around trying to figure out where our classes are. I found my first period. She wishes me luck and walked off. I walk in. I could hear my heart racing in my ear.....