When I was young my life didn 't start like other kids. I was brought up in a shack deep in the Colombia’s dark jungles. My family didn 't have much opportunity to go to school due to the lack of money. When my parents had pass away I was put into an orphanage and was able to go to school. I was to old to be placed in kindergarten so they just put me in first grade. Had no clue what school was or what it would be like? 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 …show more content…
My mom will not be coming with me nor will my friends from my old school. I felt deserted by my family and friends. I arrived third grade and before I know it, I quickly made friends, one of my friends were anthony bates. We became really good friends then we decided to have a little group like the three musketeers. We both became really good friends with scott fredrick and the three of us played, worked, and had sleepovers all year. Third grade was coming to an end and i had broken my leg from a dirt bike accent. I was so scared of what my friends would think of me crippled, I remember crying and crying in the bathroom before I walked into the classroom. My mom and my teacher helped me through the door and everyone was so nice and concern what had happen to me. At sometimes I would feel left out, such as going out to play. I couldn 't because my leg was healing. I remember my friends wanting to so badly to push me in the wheelchair. I only let Anthony and Scoot push me until i was able to walk. Soon my third grade was
Everything I dreamed about for my senior year was taken from me the day that I moved. When I left my old school I not only said goodbye to my friends, but I also said goodbye to an easy senior year. At my new school I am just another body. No one knows who I am. I talk to everyone I meet, trying to make conversation, but yet I still eat alone in the cafeteria every day, listening to everyone laugh while I try to hold back my tears.
I was born in the Dominican Republic, November 2, 1982. I lived and grew up in a countryside where everybody knew each other. My childhood years were full of wonderful experiences where I felt loved by my parents and my family. I went to school around 6 years old. I had to walk around 30 minutes to get there from my house. My father was a farmer who had to work long hours in order to sustain our big family. My mother was a housewife; she was in charge of taking care of us. I have five siblings, three boys and two girls. I remember that at that time we did not have many things in our house. We did not have electricity and also we did not have a service of water. I remembered that my father had to go to the river to get water for the necessities of the house. At that time my family was very poor, but my
As I walked to school with my lunch that was in a plastic bag. Once we got into school and got in the building my teacher Mr. Williams took attendance and five minutes later we turned around and got on the bus. It was windy and there were leaves blowing all over the place. Last year my 5th grade at John Stewart elementary school was going to Leroy Oakes in St. Charles for team building. It was a fall day and it was chilly. I had my drawstring on my back with my lunch and had three coats on. We turned onto a road called Dean Street and it was bordered by grass. I saw the Leroy Oaks sign, and my bus went over a speed bump that threw my class off balance. After awhile my class off the bus with a skip and a jump in my step. Then I was super excited that our
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
As we arrived, my stomach started to turn inside out, and I wasn’t sure why, but I knew when that happens I turn into a nervous wreck. They sat me in the hallway as they chattered about me I was assuming. On our bumpy car ride home, my parents stopped through an ice cream shop, knowing that’s a way to cheer their little boy. They sat me down and told me about how the teacher is concerned with my low-level reading and writing skills. It bothered me very much, that the teacher had never said anything to me one on one. My parents told me that I might be held back, and to stay positive and don’t let this bring you down. This caused so much confusion and discouragement for a seven year old boy. I was still in discomfort after the day reading because of how the kids laughed when I read my
I went to school and worked diligently to keep my grades up so my parents wouldn’t need to worry about my future. My father’s health declined. He became explosively angry, lost part of his hearing, speech, and sense of touch and couldn’t remember everyday things. I remember being yelled at when we were working on the old blue Chevy truck together and I put a wrench in his left hand. He thought I was being slow to get it from the toolbox, but he couldn’t feel it resting in his palm. When things became increasingly serious with my father’s situation, my mother informed the school and I strongly remember their support in and out of the classroom from my peers and teachers. I missed the last two weeks of school due to my father’s death. I was 10 and my mother was 29. The school sent flowers and froze my grades.
There I was. It was my second year of school and after a successful year in kindergarten, I was ready to breeze through first grade. Being the cockiest six-year-old on planet Earth at the time, I walked into school without holding my mom's hand because I was “ too cool” for that. I gave her a hug and a kiss and walked to my new classroom. I liked Mrs. Redmond. She greeted us with a loud and exciting hello. She told us how she had horses and some other farm animals. She said that she loved them so much and would bring us pictures to show us how beautiful they were. We finally got settled and sat in our seats. I thought first grade was going to be the most fun year, but that was the year I found out I had Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or also known as ADHD.
When the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
The best memory I have of me doing something reckless would have to be when I was in the 5th grade. The 5th grade was an interesting year as it was the year I started to experiment with my lifestyle and try new things. This was a the time in my life I was really into WWE, also known as World Wrestling Entertainment. I lived to see the Friday Night Smackdown special fight every friday, and sometimes I pretend I was my favored high flyer werster at the time; Jeff Hardy. His character on WWE was one I adored. Women loved him, men wanted to be him, and he was a fearless man. Jeff would jump from heights no one else would imagine of jumping, and he was adored by many for that. And at the moment, little Antenhe Tena wanted to be him, Everything from
Imagine it is one’s first day in high school; erect in front of them are the entrance to their fresh school life, now once one opens those doors to their fresh school life, there must be, at minimum, thousands of questions and thoughts coming to their mind; what does one expect of themselves getting into a life such as this? Some of those beliefs may go along the lines of, “I hope I meet many of my friends this year.” “This school year is going to be subsequently much tougher than any of my school years I have ever been in before.” The list just goes on and on from there. I, too, also assumed as much my first day of high school, but was what I expected what I truly acquired?
That was the first school I went here in the United States. The first day of school I wasn’t only nervous I was so confused. Everything was so different the climate, the people, the schedule, everything. The first day was terrible the only thing that made me a little exited was that for the first time I was going to have a locker, because the previous schools I went to din’t have lockers. The first day I looked at the schedule every minute and before entering the class room I would see the number of the classroom like a hundred times to sure I wasn’t going to go into the wrong room. I remember that when it was lunch time I went to the cafeteria and made the line to take the food, I took it and I went straight to the table and when I finished eating I went to the bathroom because I was alone and dint have nothing to do or a phone or something to distract myself. When I got out of the bathroom I saw people going in class rooms so I tough OMG I am late for my next class, because in my old school everybody had lunch at the same time so hurry up and when I enter to the class room the teacher just looked at me and I dint know what to do so I give him my schedule and he told me that I dint have that class until the other periods that I was still in lunch. This high school was also a really big public school, it had four floors. The next day when I was walking to the cafeteria I saw a girl that talked
These papers you are about to read is about my kindergarten years through third grade years. My life has had its ups and downs but as you can tell I survived. These words on this paper are hopefully going to entertain you, but I understand if they don’t. Let’s see where should I begin? How about the beginning of kindergarten?
My education began in fifth grade, my parents moved from one location to another. It wasn’t easy for me, because school was the first place I ever got to interact with other kids. Before school started, I was pretty much kept indoors and not allowed to have contact with other people, except for my family members.
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.