The Reality of Being Born into a Family with Opium Addicted Parents

I remember doing things my way because I couldn’t trust anyone to follow through with the task I gave them in group projects. In addition, I was afraid to talk about my parent’s divorce because no one in my circle of friends at school went through the same condition I did. My parent’s divorce led me to having trust issues and made it hard to confide in anyone. I usually don’t feel alone. I had a great deal of friends and a large family.

Everything was great until second grade when Steve's parents began to dislike my behavior because I was so "hyper." That's when they wouldn't let Steve be my friend anymore and eventually he was forced to cut off contact with me. This broke my heart and I would have been able to get over it without too many scars; if the rest of the kids had liked me. But they didn't. No one would play with me at recess and no one would ever come to my house.

Although both his parents could sign, he was raised without learning how to because his doctors told his parents and grandparents that they were afraid signing would interfere with his speech and interfere with his learning and education because he would no longer try and use his speech and hearing skills. Mark talks about his struggles faced while attending different schools and just not being able to understand people because all he can do is read lips which was especially difficult when he wasn’t familiar with the movement and pattern of the person’s lips. He also talks about the schools he attended and how they affected him in different ways and how kindergarten at the Henry H. Houston School made him feel out of place because he wasn’t able to sing along or hear any of the music in class. Then, in third grade he switched schools and attended the now Plymouth Meeting Friends School and thought it was going well until another boy kicked a football at him and knocked him to the ground causing him to lose his hearing aid battery. Another school experience he didn’t enjoy was at Germantown Friends School where Mark states 95% of the time he had no clue what was going on and that when the teacher was done lecturing he would scramble around asking for the assignment and had to learn how to do it on his own.

I would never want to attend due to the fact that some people in my middle school went as well, most of them made fun of me and it just got to a point where I was not very comfortable with life. Because my mom was religious, she decided not to remarry, although everyone told her to remarry and find someone that can help pay for bills and spoil her, but she never budged. I highly admire her for that. In high school, my life changed drastically once again. I was introduced to kids from more schools, new clubs and organizations, and more school subjects.

However, in Sethe’s perspective, they were forced to become introvert because they knew that other people would not talk to them or visit them. The daughter of Sethe named Denver did not have any friends in her whole life. She was always lonely and felt shy to share the feelings she had in her mind. She suffered from being lonely because she had no friends to talk, no relatives to meet, or no neighbors to ask about how they were doing. As a result, Denver would sometime go to the front door of their house and wait for someone to come and visit her.

None of us fell for it, except Joseph. I guess he had no other place to turn to, so he slowly sank into these idiotic ways. About three years later the now 12 years old little boy was a nazi himself and the one of his kind in that church. He still would play by himself. No one liked him anymore and never asked him to play.

Dyslexia makes it harder for me to read, spell, comprehend, and remember information. Growing up, the public school system marked me as a student who would not succeed in college life and had no reason to be prepared for college. I had an IEP for almost all of my schooling, which meant I was able to get extra help on classes and more time on testing. The school system never really followed through with my IEP and told me that I was just fine without it. Since the school felt I was performing so well on my own in academic classes, they talked my mom and me into doing away with my IEP.

I had so many teachers that made classes really boring and the worst thing is that they did not care about their students. I had to admit that I felt frustrated because they did not teach and most of the time they would put us to watch movies. One of the reasons of why I did not drop out of school (this was never an option for me) was because my parents always pushed me to be someone in this life. Therefore, I understand how these students did not feel interested to learn. As a prospective teacher, I want all my students to feel motivated so that they are always eager to learn something new.

Even getting a job poses as an issue, with the already lack of jobs being taken by people who sometimes even hold college degrees themselves leaves struggling college students penniless. It then ... ... middle of paper ... ...I became so overwhelmed, thinking I could try and pick up my grades, but it was too late for me. I was then failing all of my classes. My mom would call me and check up on me, I would lie of course and tell her that I was doing well all while everything was crashing down on me.

I didn’t realize the constant conflict was damaging me. My mom knew that he was being unfaithful. I chose to ignore the situations at home and just focus on school. A couple of years passed and suddenly my dad was gone. He explained nothing to no one and all he did was deny everything.