Anduy

|In side my mind |
|My autobiography |
|1997-Present day 2013 |
|Andrea Nunez |
INTRODUCTION
Pencil, Paper… all I need is to remember, remember my history how I came to be, my past, and the mistakes that along the way have gathered around to shape me and my first breath, January second in the middle of what’s known to be the beginning of beginnings, and the last of the ends in 1997, early in the morning to be exact. Wait. AVID, eight period, Mrs. Hamlet-“Start to write your intro, and work on your time line, their due today before the bell rings at two, forty five.” she yells, mainly because the guys at the ‘a’ table won’t stop talking. Its two fifteen, I’ve got exactly twenty nine minutes fifty six seconds to write an elaborate paragraph explaining how is it that I’m here, Autobiography or so we call it, it’s a story and from my notes, according to Webster,” the biography of a person narrated by him or herself.” in doubts I hardly think that anyone in this class can care enough to read or listen carefully to this paper, truthfully I don’t think anyone should mind , I mean we all have something going on in their own lives. Seven billion three million one thousand five hundred twenty eight and still counting people, in this planet, wakening up, sleeping, or breathing, being born, living, struggling dinging this very moment, and I’m just one of them. But one of fifty nine plus that are about to write their meaningful life’s for a grade... maybe it won’t be just a grade? Maybe it might be something new, worth my time. Well here I go. Andrea Nunez March 2013
CHAPTER 1
For starters Well it seems obvious that the person I’ve injured the most is my mother, since she’s the one who has suffered the burden of my birth, all my sickness and all my weird doings for the past sixteen years, so it seems fair to start with her story. My mom moved to the united states on October 24 1993 she came here look for my dad, her boy friend why you may ask, well because he was handsome he talked a lot and she was quiet; they met in Mexico, they went to the same church, assisted at the same dance, and he whistled at her while circling the plaza in Guadalajara, this was a costume in which guys were the ones to choose their partner. Coming in to the United States she worked as a maid in some cleaners. Luxuries weren’t affordable beck in those days. She lasted some month with the same clothing until she started to work and gain money to afford some new items. She lived in the Denver harbor area “la area del burro” or that’s what they called it, she only studied to the third grade because she had to take care of her siblings and of the house, and with a well educated thoughts of wisdom and intelligence she managed to get out of the dead end that could’ve been the final decision in her life, she managed to move out and work for greater people that provided her a better life during her teenage years and early twenties. One the other hand my Father, has the one person who I’ve been able to talk to and as it seems that has the only one that has the answers to all my troubling conflicts, he hasn’t been around as much as my mother but I still value him the same way I value my mother, because no matter all I’ve gone trough they were the ones that created me and shaped me to who I am today. My dad, he worked with his father in the Williams Brothers construction business, building bridges and highways. He lived in his mother’s house along with his family for a long while. He had lived in the United States for a long time and even though he wasn’t a born resident he was able to activate his resident ship in order to travel from Mexico to the US, come and go as he pleased. He was hard working; he was educated up until the ninth grade in Jefferson high school located in the Houston Independent school district. They both met in Mexico while my mom was back for a visit, and during a dance the fell in love and well, I don’t really need to explain the whole story of the bird and the bees or how are babies made but in the end they got together and for a night everything was alright. And it wasn’t till three months later that they got into a clinic and after days and nights of throwing up and the continuous growth of the creature inside her she was surprised that in the end she was able to have a chance to move into a new life in, the united stated with a stable husband. But little that she knew that he was courted with another woman and so was she two different lives. And so once moving onto her mother and laws house she was forced to stay in that horrible environment all throughout the hot summer and fall, locked in a room with a mentally challenged boy. Then one day the soon to be mother got tired of living in the hell she got into, soon after her husband found a house, well not much of a house but a room suitable for a couple not a growing family but it was better than being tormented for the rest of her pregnancy A week later after the “conception” in the clinic Berry was where they told her that they were goanna be parents of a baby girl. The delusional father awaited the future mom under a tree eating lunch that his loving mother had made for work. And it wasn’t until five months and fifteen days were a nurse with the ethnicity of a Asian background had told her there were goanna be two baby’s on the way, he wanted to hug her in the air but couldn’t do to the immense weight added from the pregnancy, she doesn’t remember all thought all that she could think of are the expenses needed to buy double of what she already had. And during the last check up she was announced that they were goanna be a boy and a girl she was happy! And her husband ran through the streets like a hippy announcing peace to the world when he really meant that he was goanna have a set of twins to all his family members. And as usual the new start comes along so do new opportunities and losses, and while at birth her husband left to an emergency to Mexico (as always);the loving mother left the hospital with a child on each hand and with the pain of child birth, had to continue with the new and proceeding life’s to begin. Well soon after we were born our names were given as Brenda and Andrea Nunez but due to the loss of our bracelets they weren’t able to identify which one was which, all the doctors knew was that twin A had more hair than twin B(twin B is me)out of doubts the doctors found them, and that’s how baby Andrea and her twin Brenda came t this world, twin A was a fully grown baby weighing about eight pounds a full head of hair and all its healthy features including the largely flowing river of tears calming the arrival to this cruel world; on the other hand baby Andrea (me) was born with only six pounds hardly any hair, she dint shed any tear at birth but was able to since the pain of every shot given to protect her from the viruses and pelages that would come her way. Both babies were brought to their loving mother as she caught her breath after the hard work and effort she had put into creating such beauties or so were they described by every family member that visited them in their beginning. The new born were brought everywhere to lighten up people’s days, their grandfather was happy to see the beauties that he had desired before his death, sadly three months later he died on a terrible accident. You see although he was a hard worker he also needed a break so when he went to smoke a little some irresponsible worker left the engine of a roller on run, and without cautious the unknown grandfather by heart had died with his crushed body. Later we bought a bigger house located on Greens road the house was the families pride and joy despite the fact of the constant repairs and upgrades the family had a bigger place to live, and compared to the one room house with the capacity of one bed a two by two feet table and no restroom this was a big change. And along with this change a new child, baby Pedro was born in August 6 1998, a nice big and healthy boy soon to be the third generation in the family with that name. Weeks later after his birth the couple got married were we were able to grow as a family. Months later the newlywed couple got the surprise that they were goanna have another child. And it wasn’t until two months before the delivery that in an argument the couple received the news that there were expecting another set of twins, and because of that argument the expected children arrived to this world a month earlier. Baby Adriana and Aaron were born, on August 19 1999. During their birth procedure the first child Aaron, came to this worlds weighing seven pounds with breathing complications and the second baby Adriana, came to this world pulled by a hanger from her forehead as she was getting stuck in her mother’s air way weighing only six pounds they both made it. Mother was a survivor of a cardiac arrest in which her heart stopped pumping blood and her soul le=ft to the heavens for a moment, she describes this a glorifying moment because in this sleep she could feel the angelic white and peace surrounding her, and to disrupt this peace the horrifying sound of three children crying and the footsteps of two babies crawling her way. Both babies and my mom have continued to breathe ever since, thanks to the efforts of the doctors and the demanding voiced screaming for their life’s to procedure. And as the family grew so did their traveling and adventuring. They visited their grandmother in Mexico and at times visited the amusement park of astroworld Houston before they sold it away to create some apartment complex. Any ways the small family was able to afford any expenses they needed to acquire. But as the children grew their bond as a family ever did, you see my father never was at home he was always working from six in the morning to seven at night, and my mother never had time to play with then because there always was a baby or child to take care of.
CHAPTER 2
The little things I remember
(Elementary)
So starting the school part of my autobiography I have no idea on how to do any of this material but sure enough I’ll get some were somehow I mean I got this far on my learning, I learned how to read and write on a regular bases throughout the time I applied for public schooling, sadly Hispanic students needed to learn the basics in English in order to pass all the elementary schools levels and then pass to the middle school, my mom had suggested to enroll first into the full Spanish classes and then move on to the bilingual classes. First it was my little brother who enrolled in pre-k 4 later it was mines and my sister’s turn. My first teacher was in pre-k her name was Mrs. Baxter later then to be known as the meanest teacher in the world, Jack Fields Elementary was the name of the school o attended. Everything felt weird I mean most kids in the school talked English and I wasn’t that sociable to start my Teacher Mrs. Baxter and her assistant Mrs. Lubeck. Well I wasn’t much of a teacher’s pet either, I was more of a trouble maker for instants I would never eat my food I would always trade it for juice or chips, I would only raise my hand to make absurd comments , or at times I would compete for the smartest in the class room but only to impress a boy; I remember the time I which my father was talking to me saying to pick a boy and never let him go because one day that will turn into something bigger and special, and of course not knowing the miracle of life well at an early age I learned what liking some one was. My first crush was Cesar Navarro a boy my mother knew of and kept in touch with their parents in hopes of some future engagement. But sadly life isn’t about the happily ever after or the story on the boy who gets the girl , you see his parents had gotten divorced that same year, his dad had gotten a waitress pregnant at his local bar, so Cesar and his mom moved to Dallas in hopes to forget about her husband, and father. What they dint knew was that along with them all hopes of me ever meeting him again left also. And during the fall semester of the school year 2001-2002 Baby Armando was born, on December 29 2001 he was a healthy child except for the rare skin color at his birth but other than that a fully developed child with eight pounds in weight. And in the beginning if the spring semester came all my first my first mother’s day s present my first test also the first time I kind of got in trouble and out of my whole school year I have bad or any memories of Mrs. Baxter teaching me at all, one of the few things I remember of was that I wore the little mermaid back pack and she asked if anyone had did their homework sure enough I dint truthfully I dint had time to do my work and even if I did I had nothing in my new backpack. So since I was the only student that hadn’t done her work she grabbed my wrist and pulled me aside from the group and she made me twice the work I was assigned… the only teacher at that grade that I admires was Mrs. Lubeck she was like my second mother in that grade she was the one who helped me with all my work ,when I was half wrong but she knew what I meant and what I was trying to say, and has supported me trough everything from my first graduation of a school grade and moving into a higher grade level and up until today we still see her every summer when we go to eat free school lunches. M y kindergarten grading period was held at Jack Fields Elementary with Mrs. Estrada, with her I experienced the arts of drawing and expressing myself by writing on a regular dating period, in kinder was where I learned the importance of taking naps and expressing all you live up to with passion. Ever since the first day un which we had to draw a portrait of myself, I learned not only that humans have more than here lines to resemble hair but we have over one hundreds strands forming a solid group creating a standard shape, or like the time I wanted to express my self by drawing all the colors in the sprinkle of water against the son forming a rainbow followed by the deep and light blues of the water. In this grade level is where I got firstly sent to the principal on multiple occasions unaware that my doings were wrong and mean , one of those times was when a boy in my classroom was teaching me how to beat with my pencil when it accidentally flew away from my hand and into a girls head, or like when that time that when me and my friend threw some play dough but it landed on the class room pet and it ate it causing its immediate death, to be honest the hamster seems miserable trapped in that cage always laying around but I think its happier being a little hamster with wings floating freely in heaven, that was also my very first funeral even though I thought the tears were unnecessary it seemed to fit the mood. Despite of me being a little out of hand I was never comfortable with whom I was. I also remember trying to change my name to Katarina, during the poetry section of the year in which the only word I could find t rhyme with my name Andrea was ‘fea’ which in English meant ugly. And as the school year 2002-2003 in the spring semester Baby Daniel was born thus by ending the birthing era for the Nunez family. And for being the last baby he was quite healthy I mean a full nine pounds at birth and an easy two days for observation everything else seemed to move on as normal. So as this school year ended so did my chance to continue to be the one to stand out, to be the leader, to be nice, to be the strange one in the group or the person to never hang out with the rest of the girls but the guys or the one to always come last out of the rest room because I could ever reach the sink no matter how low they were positioned. By the beginning of first grade I had to move on to a different school since the school I attended did not provide the bilingual program to enforce the Hispanic students to move on to the next grade level and still learn both Spanish and English. So they rezoned the busses zoning lines to directly send students onto the met Elementary school which was Humble Elementary there Is where I was goanna spend the next three years. My first grade year was spent with Mrs. Moreno a nice Hispanic teacher with papers. In this grade I was thought to write the English language and give a full one hundred present to my drawing abilities. In this grade was the very first time I was caught cheating. It was out oral test to test our ability to spell and fix our grammar, but his time was different, she had set up dividers to prevent the mysterious spread of the easy A’s. I had tried to outsmart my teacher by using the study guide of all the words under the real test, but during her second round of inspection she noticed the test under my paper and asked to see my testy for a zero.
That afternoon she had sent in a note along with the failing test home to turn in to my mother, then to face the consequences. But little did I knew that she was goanna call home to inform my parents about my failing grades’ got in trouble and as respectful parents I got grounded by not being able to watch my novella. In this grade I also knew how to get more people to notice me and knowledge me as a friendly person to hang with. Next grade level was up and it was second grade with Mrs. Martinez she was a good teacher with her I learned to express myself by using paper and pens, she delivered a wide varieties of opportunities to actually show what I could do, I remembered building a puppet show out of paper and popsicles, a moving picture animation out of clay along with over fivehoundread pictures, that later went onto be published in the hallways of Texas children’s hospital and at the adman building or how we were able to dress up to the main character to our favorite book. That year was the same year the Humble Elementary school faculty had elaborated their bilingual program to the second grade and I was one of the three students to be interviewed on the humble observer. Yup second grade year was the year of most of my accomplishments. Never really knew how amazing school could’ve gotten but after third grade everything was how it should’ve been. Still at Humble Elementary Third grade was up next with Mrs. Grau, despite the fact that she was pregnant she always found a way to make ever y moment fun and every week on how to explore the new items to learn new ideas, like on September we learned how to collaborate science on to everyday life by entering the science fair and comparing some ideas. On October we learned to carve a pumpkin and fraction pies mad e by out teacher, in November we learned about our culture and the day of the dead and later onto explore the migration of the pilgrims into the Americas all along to form the new world. In December we got a chance to be ourselves and celebrate the Posadas and exchange gifts. I January we had some time to tell our new year’s resolution and take the first steps to accomplish our goals and then my birthday celebration was unforgettable. In February we celebrated valentine’s day with hearts and roses and a special surprise for our mothers, here is where I got my first check kiss by a boy I liked but never had the courage to tell him what I liked, in march we learned the magic of planting in our own back yards and gardening with no soil but towels. April wasn’t much different every celebration was amazing so collecting as many eggs as possible was something I looked after to enjoy. In May I was selected to dance in the Cinco de Mayo celebration festival in which I wore every jewelry I was known to have at my position. And on the last days of June in which she had to give birth but learned to use the moderate technology to chat via internet to say hi and agree on our final goodbyes. Right now to make my life easier I’m just goanna summarize the next two years because not much happened other than the movement of schools back to Jack Fields Elementary and the movement of houses to a bigger home located only a few blocks away. Mrs. Trumbull was my fourth grade teacher And Mrs. Orand was my fifth grade. They both knew I was amazing at math and drawing so fitting in wasn’t that hard. I hardly dint do much other than fifth grade honor choir and the schools choir, recorder, and xylophone group I was a free to run artist on the go.
CHAPTER 3
The next level
(Middle school) Moving on to Ross Sterling Middle school not much to be said I never was the girl to actually make a stand up for her. Sixth grade was more of a easy level game for starters people would’ve been able to catch you and slowly devour you one bit at a time if they disliked you so to avoid any complications I switched to auto mode in which I tended to be very quiet and self centered but never let go of any emotions I never opened up to people like I do now. And placed into back then known to be honors classes I got up to a good start to my education and hardly anything happened my first year I mean I layed low for my first time in middle school but being in avid and especially being the first group in sixth grade in the humble ids campus to actually be a part of avid and go on amazing fieldtrips like the university of Texas campus festival rice and a A&M foot ball game, that was amazing My seventh grade year man a lot of things happened I got to know what being with someone felt like I got to meet the first person and the last I would’ve fallen in love with, was a great experience. My first official boy friend was Able don’t get me wrong but despite the fact that he wasn’t good looking he was kind of nice we only held hands, and pecked , like his friend would laugh at, but as soon as I got an urgent surgery on my left foot everything ended so we never talked about it. And to be honest I was glad that happened I mean because of that I would’ve never met Mirella, I mean everyone knew who she was but me and little interest did I ever pay attention to who shed turn out to be in the future. My eight grade year was pretty good although it started off with some complications and the whole rezoning business the HISD was having over the high amounts of students attending every school , and if it wasn’t because of this that I learned to value the things I’ve come to have at RSMS. But as I was saying do to the rezoning situation I was forced to attend Humble Middle school for a day, I wouldn’t say that the school wasn’t nice but comparing it s faculties with the ones I’ve used to come to know back at RSMS they were nicer kinder and would never yell such verbal language across three school tables in order to get a student’s attention, and it wasn’t just the teachers fault that I came to hate that school but the people in it as well. Most of them were my class mates back in elementary but never seem to have as good of a memory to remember who I was and how close we were, and to top it off, you know how I said people dint remember me well the person who used to be my friend had thrown me a tennis ball to my eye. So coming home from that day of school I requested an immediate transfer to my second home RSMS. But yea, going back to and switching papers gave me the advantage of redoing my schedule so I mean I finally got into that desired art class I could’ve never fit in, and accomplished a lot like get perfect score at a vase competition, and win best in show for the Kingwoods dog show then move on to state winning best in show for all Texas with the same piece of art. I also participated in the very first AVID talent show winning first place in solo vocalist by singing the song halo. Nothing much to say after this other than the proceeding court cases against my father for domestic violence and the following divorce case, and to be honest all the wonderful things to this world must come to an end, and as my years in middle school had terminated so did the bond to my what used to be family, not fast, but at a moderate speed leaving no track what so ever only a few specks of glitter that would later form to be a gold something, or an accomplishment.
CHAPTER 4
Catching up
(High school) Once again doing a big change in my life, but thankfully I am able to adapt at a fast pace. Ninth grade was a great experience to be honest I got all the classes I wanted and was able to enjoy every little part of the beginning of my freshmen year. To start of my day I had swim, to be honest before swim class I was terrified of the deep water known to be deep was the five feet mark because according to my height I am only five two so floating away a big concern. And going back and recalling that one chick, Mirella well her older brother was in the swim team as well but out of a much greater experience he was a better swimmer. Well when I got to see her for the first time since seventh grade her long beautiful braid was gone and replaced but short boy hair that looked good on her but that matter stayed pen ding until during that moment of concern outside a swim meet, that I actually got a chance to talk to her and know her better. We mostly talked on every moment we would see each other but never acknowledge that fact that we existed, I also told her how his brother had stolen my first official kiss and how horrible it was to know that he was in a long distance relationship. Well back to my story, next after swim were my pre AP classes and to be honest those were quite easy. Art was one of my classes but I could never stick to the program because all they were learning was either already taught to me before or the subject we were covering was a thing I was able master in an instant. I was a grade level advanced in my maths so instead of taking Algebra like every other ninth grade I got o take geometry my first year. And during this school year student were required to enroll in the Middle Years Program that had required two years for language, an art credit and a communications application class for one semester, luckily I had Avid so that canceled out with a dual credit of com.apps and am elective one. So moving on to the next level was easy. Tenth grade my sophomore year I got into a weir mood with all the court cases that initiated in the eighth grade I was able to focus little or no attention to my school work, so looking for passing grades and extra credit became my main concerns. My schedule was changes I no longer has swim, and now I regret it I should’ve taken the swim class instead of AVID, sure it helps you a lot with your school work but what good is it to put more wok instead of something that frees your mind out of worries and all doubts. Well any ways I also joined JROTC which turned out o be a good program so far I’ve helped it and it’s helped me I am a sergeant and its only my first year in the program so if getting promoted twice isn’t good then I’m hallucinating on what’s good for me, I also got into orchestra and have planned to stay on it for the rest of my high school years. And in this tenth grade I’ve become more of a second parent o my little siblings, especially Pedro, since he entered the high school campus along with me instead of Quest like my sister, and as much as I care for him their people in the school that are able to bend his thoughts into deeper things but as for that we had to take professional matters in to this problem. And along with the ninth graders so came my second hope for love. To be clear in very open to ideas and thoughts but I tend to focus off the topic or at least that’s what my friends tend to tell me. But so far so good o mean I got to be in the main color guard squad for JROTC and recently presented the colors for the graduation ceremony and have planned to do great things in my future I plan to join a military branch and attend a college while at it get my visual arts degree then get out or stay in the reserves, get to college and earn my degree in architectural designing and engineering, at A&M then transfer to California and finish the degree in visual arts and open a little tattoo shop along with my own engineering business. And considering all I’ve been trough an all I forgot to mention my life has put me through difficult situations and I believe that someday somehow there’s something better awaiting for me. Done now to save this and add some pictures to fit in my auto biography and will be done for a grade; now a title ‘into the dark’ – no to mysterious, ‘in my bag’ – naw it sounds to girly and way to personal if its talking about what’s in a bag, … ‘inside my head’ yea it sounds good I mean I mostly talk about what I think, but it sounds too predictable. ‘In my mind’ there it is my thoughts, my story, and my autobiography.

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In side my mind
My autobiography
1997-Present day 2013
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