Valen C. Hocog
English 101-10
Dr. David Khorram
February 09, 2011
Seven years ago I gave birth to a healthy boy who changed everything about me and my
life. Before his birth I was an optimistic person who only thought of the fun things that would
make my day. I was an immature girl without a care in the world. After his birth I grew up,
stopped partying, and took on the responsibility that was gifted to me.
It has not been a breezy walk along the shores of the beach, but more like a steep climb
up a precipitous and rocky mountain. Yet having my son is not something that I would give up
no matter how hard it is. Before the birth of my son I was an optimistic person who only thought
of the fun things that would make my day. I was an immature girl without a care in the world. I
remember spending my days with friends and traveling between our beautiful islands of the
Northern Marianas, not worrying about anything or about spending too much of my parents’
money. I enjoyed spending my summer days at the beach walking along the shores, collecting
sea shells, and going for a swim. I enjoyed going to parties just to enjoy time and eat all the
delicious food I could put on my plate. I enjoyed going to festivals to play games, watch dance
competitions, and spend my money on food that were delicious at each vendor. I remember
drinking and dancing the nights away with my friends. I remember always going out to the
Aquarius Club on Friday nights with friends just to drink and dance. I’d get so intoxicated with
alcoholic beverages that I’d end up drunk. I’d dance with my friends and just enjoy the great
time I’m having in the club until I was ready to go back home. I always had the time to sleep as
long as I wanted to after a crazy night out. I remember just going to school and completing my
assignments on time without any hassle. I had so much time to