Dominique Leverette Biography
Chane’l Leverette
English 109
04 Ocotber 2010
My Autobiography I was born Chane’l Dominique Leverette on Friday September 4, 1992 in Pontiac, MI at 6:03 in the morning. My parents are Angela Evangelista, a Caucasian female, and Gregory Leverette, an African American male. I guess that I was already predicted to be a difficult baby since my mom was in labor with me for seventy-two hours! I came out so precious and loving weighing seven pounds and four ounces and nineteen inches long. Between the age of one and six months I was learning who my family was and slightly making goo-goo and gaga sounds. My mom said that I was so spoiled and I would always cry whenever things didn’t go my way. My grandmother always told me that she should’ve never held me over the stove when she was cooking because it made me want to eat too much. I was a good baby most of the time, never really cried too much. When I was around nine months I learned how to walk and talk. Boy did I start to get into everything I could get my hands on. When I was almost one year old I decided to get into my mother’s things and took one of her razors. I …show more content…
ended up cutting my chin and it left a pretty big scar. My mom was so scared and crying because nothing like that has ever happened to me and I was still so little. The months went by and my first birthday was coming up, so my mom planned a big party for me and invited all of our family over to celebrate. I was so happy that day; all I knew is that I was getting lots of toys and of course BIRTHDAY CAKE! It was mainly my mom’s family who was there because my dad wasn’t a big part of my life at the time. My grammy bought me a little kids four-wheeler and it became my favorite toy in the world. My mom bought me a big, chocolate birthday cake! It was time to blow out the candles, but before that my mom had to do one thing. She had to strip me down to my diaper because she already knew what I was going to do. My mom helped me blow out the candles then I dived straight into the cake ending up with a chocolatey face and stomach. As the months went by my mom had to find a babysitter because she had to work three jobs to support us. My babysitter’s name was Gail. She lived right next door to us. I spent all of my days there while my mom was at work until I was old enough to go to school. A couple years went by and I was finally old enough to attend preschool! My mom put me in this preschool/ gymnastics school. I loved it there because I got to do gymnastics everyday and I did dancing at a studio. Dancing and gymnastics was a big part of my life, I had shows about every couple months. I remember having these two specific outfits; one was a pink cat tutu with cat ears and the other was like a diva type tutu that was purple and pink all made out of glitter sequence with the same type of hat. The best part of getting to dance and perform was wearing makeup! I got to wear red lipstick, bright colored eye shadow, and blush that matched my skin complexion. I thought I looked so pretty like a little princess. The next year went by and I was finally in kindergarten. I attended Alcott Elementary in Pontiac. I was doing well there, it was just the fright of meeting new people and making new friends. I had lots of fun, I made new friends and when we went for recess we played hide and go seek. My first grade year I started off good, I liked my teachers and everything. One day things started to change. At the beginning of the week I came to class and I just sat at my table. I was minding my own business when all of the sudden a girl walked past and hit me. I didn’t say or do anything to her, I didn’t even tell the teacher. So the next day and the next day is the same thing and I still don’t tell on her. Finally one day we went out for recess and she walked past and punched me right in the face. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I started to fight with her and the teachers saw. I got in trouble and they suspended me for a couple days. I came back to school and she was still messing with me so we got into another fight.
When my first grade year was over I transferred to another school. My mom decided to put me in a private school where I had to wear uniforms. UGH! It was called Great Lakes Academy. I had fun there, made new friends, and I liked my teachers but for some reason I cannot remember my second grade teacher’s name.
My third grade teacher’s name was Mr. Gatewood. I grew to like him even though he was mean at times. I was in the third grade spelling bee with two other friends, Miguel and Shanericka. Mr. Gatewood took us all to McDonalds afterwards and we all got the big mac knowing that we wouldn’t be able to fit our mouths around it, at least mine wouldn’t. My fourth grade teacher was Mr. Matthews. I think he liked me so much because he liked my mom. Fourth grade I remember especially because that was when the very tragic incident happened, September 11th. I remember being so worried about my mom because I knew she worked in a big office building like that. That was a very sad day for a lot of people.
My fifth grade teacher was Mr. Perry. He was my absolute favorite teacher. He was down to earth, he didn’t fuss at us, and he would tell us about life experiences. The thing I loved most about him was that at different times of the day he would play his guitar and sing to us. The one song I can always remember him singing was “Breakfast at Tiffanies.” Sixth grade year came by and I had to move to another school. My mom didn’t feel like the place that we lived in was a safe environment for me anymore and she didn’t want me getting into trouble. So we moved to Holly, MI and I attended Sherman Middle School. I had fun I made new friends there and thought some of the boys were cute. I will always remember my sixth grade history teacher Mrs. Cherry. Every morning I would go into her class and she played the same song called “Kokomo”. I also remember the time when I lied to her about being allergic to bees because I was so scared of them. She had the door open one day and a bee flew in. I was so scared so I told her that I was allergic to bees so I could get out of class. Seventh grade year I tried out for the basketball team. It was about me and ten other girls, but I sucked the most! I only made one shot the whole season and it was at the last game when a girl fouled on me and had to do two free throws only making one. I was so bad at basketball it wasn’t even funny. My eighth grade year I had to change schools because we moved again. My step-dad built our own house in North Branch, MI, which is a really small country town that I was not used to. It was hard for me to make new friends because it was not diverse and I was the only black girl. I eventually started to make friends so it got a little bit better. But towards the middle of the year I had racism problems with one of my classmates. My freshman year I was so excited because I was in high school! I tried out for cheerleading and made the team. I cheered for football season which was so fun because the broncos made it to the playoffs, so it was a long season. I cheered for basketball season but quit early because I was just starting to see my dad again and my games were interfering with his weekends. Freshman year was over so fast! Sophomore year was fun too; I was pretty much taking all easy classes. The one I favored the most was French. I’ve always loved to learn about different cultures and hope to travel all over the world someday. I also loved it because I could speak in a different language and I was good at it. Along came my junior year and I was really excited because I knew that I was going to be a senior next year. Junior year was fairly easy too and I made a new best friend named Michelle. We hung out all the time, walked around school during passing time, and ate launch at the same table. My junior year was my most important year because I had to figure out what colleges I was applying to and what I wanted my career to be. I already knew what career I was going for but I had to know what college was best for me and if it had the right field for my major. I knew I wanted to become a pediatrician because I absolutely love babies! The first college I looked at was the University of Michigan. Ever since I was little I knew I wanted to go there because it was a great school and it had the career field I wanted to go into. I also looked into Wayne State and Oakland University but I just knew that I had my heart set on U of M. I applied to the University of Michigan-Flint my senior year and about a month or two later I got an acceptance letter in the mail. I was so happy! I was excited but sad about my senior year because I loved the fact that I was graduating but sad because I knew I was leaving some of my friends. As senior year went on I participated in spirit week, the week of homecoming game. I dressed up for blue and white day, which was on Fridays. Friday was the most fun day because we had a pep assembly and a parade for the homecoming game. As the end of senior year approached I was eager and happy because the seniors got out three weeks earlier than everybody else. The last day of school for everyone was June 6th, but the last day for me was May 17th. We had senior walk-out on May 17th at the end of the school day, which was 2:40 p.m. Parents and other family members were allowed to show up to support their child. The day of graduation was June 2nd. That was the happiest day of my life and also my family’s life. I wore a purple-blue and yellow dress with purple-blue four-inch heels. My cap and gown was white. As they called everybody’s name I was so anxious and had butterflies in my stomach because I’ve always had a fear of standing in front of a bunch of people. It was my row’s turn to stand up and get called to the stage.
Chane’l Dominique Leverette. I walked across the stage with a big smile on my face hoping that I wouldn’t fall going down the walkway. As I walked down my mom and my granddaddy were waiting at the end to take a picture. Graduation went really good, all my family and friends were there to support me and this was one of the most important days in my life. After graduation me and other students from my school went to project graduation. Project graduation was when we went to the recreational center in Lapeer from ten ‘til four in the morning. We could play basketball, volleyball, or tennis. We got to eat pizza and get hypnotized. We could also go swimming and do tricks off the diving board. Four o’clock in the morning came and we all went out to breakfast at The Farmhouse
restaurant. Senior year is finally over and I have accomplished my first goal of graduating high school! Over the summer I stayed with my daddy and he got me a new car and a phone. That was another happy day of my life. I hung out with my friends and attended some different events at U of M. The first one was orientation. Orientation went very well and I met new friends that I still talk to today, DeVine and Shanice. As it got closer to the time for school to start we had Welcome Day. That day was a lot of fun because we got to meet new people and experience new things and activities that were going on.
School has started and I can’t say that I don’t like it. My classes are Biology 111, English 111, English 100, English 109, Math 090, and I have a Bio Lab on Tuesdays. I like all my teachers and this has turned out to be a pretty easy semester for me. I can’t wait to see what next semester and next year has for me.
English 109
04 Ocotber 2010
My Autobiography I was born Chane’l Dominique Leverette on Friday September 4, 1992 in Pontiac, MI at 6:03 in the morning. My parents are Angela Evangelista, a Caucasian female, and Gregory Leverette, an African American male. I guess that I was already predicted to be a difficult baby since my mom was in labor with me for seventy-two hours! I came out so precious and loving weighing seven pounds and four ounces and nineteen inches long. Between the age of one and six months I was learning who my family was and slightly making goo-goo and gaga sounds. My mom said that I was so spoiled and I would always cry whenever things didn’t go my way. My grandmother always told me that she should’ve never held me over the stove when she was cooking because it made me want to eat too much. I was a good baby most of the time, never really cried too much. When I was around nine months I learned how to walk and talk. Boy did I start to get into everything I could get my hands on. When I was almost one year old I decided to get into my mother’s things and took one of her razors. I …show more content…
ended up cutting my chin and it left a pretty big scar. My mom was so scared and crying because nothing like that has ever happened to me and I was still so little. The months went by and my first birthday was coming up, so my mom planned a big party for me and invited all of our family over to celebrate. I was so happy that day; all I knew is that I was getting lots of toys and of course BIRTHDAY CAKE! It was mainly my mom’s family who was there because my dad wasn’t a big part of my life at the time. My grammy bought me a little kids four-wheeler and it became my favorite toy in the world. My mom bought me a big, chocolate birthday cake! It was time to blow out the candles, but before that my mom had to do one thing. She had to strip me down to my diaper because she already knew what I was going to do. My mom helped me blow out the candles then I dived straight into the cake ending up with a chocolatey face and stomach. As the months went by my mom had to find a babysitter because she had to work three jobs to support us. My babysitter’s name was Gail. She lived right next door to us. I spent all of my days there while my mom was at work until I was old enough to go to school. A couple years went by and I was finally old enough to attend preschool! My mom put me in this preschool/ gymnastics school. I loved it there because I got to do gymnastics everyday and I did dancing at a studio. Dancing and gymnastics was a big part of my life, I had shows about every couple months. I remember having these two specific outfits; one was a pink cat tutu with cat ears and the other was like a diva type tutu that was purple and pink all made out of glitter sequence with the same type of hat. The best part of getting to dance and perform was wearing makeup! I got to wear red lipstick, bright colored eye shadow, and blush that matched my skin complexion. I thought I looked so pretty like a little princess. The next year went by and I was finally in kindergarten. I attended Alcott Elementary in Pontiac. I was doing well there, it was just the fright of meeting new people and making new friends. I had lots of fun, I made new friends and when we went for recess we played hide and go seek. My first grade year I started off good, I liked my teachers and everything. One day things started to change. At the beginning of the week I came to class and I just sat at my table. I was minding my own business when all of the sudden a girl walked past and hit me. I didn’t say or do anything to her, I didn’t even tell the teacher. So the next day and the next day is the same thing and I still don’t tell on her. Finally one day we went out for recess and she walked past and punched me right in the face. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I started to fight with her and the teachers saw. I got in trouble and they suspended me for a couple days. I came back to school and she was still messing with me so we got into another fight.
When my first grade year was over I transferred to another school. My mom decided to put me in a private school where I had to wear uniforms. UGH! It was called Great Lakes Academy. I had fun there, made new friends, and I liked my teachers but for some reason I cannot remember my second grade teacher’s name.
My third grade teacher’s name was Mr. Gatewood. I grew to like him even though he was mean at times. I was in the third grade spelling bee with two other friends, Miguel and Shanericka. Mr. Gatewood took us all to McDonalds afterwards and we all got the big mac knowing that we wouldn’t be able to fit our mouths around it, at least mine wouldn’t. My fourth grade teacher was Mr. Matthews. I think he liked me so much because he liked my mom. Fourth grade I remember especially because that was when the very tragic incident happened, September 11th. I remember being so worried about my mom because I knew she worked in a big office building like that. That was a very sad day for a lot of people.
My fifth grade teacher was Mr. Perry. He was my absolute favorite teacher. He was down to earth, he didn’t fuss at us, and he would tell us about life experiences. The thing I loved most about him was that at different times of the day he would play his guitar and sing to us. The one song I can always remember him singing was “Breakfast at Tiffanies.” Sixth grade year came by and I had to move to another school. My mom didn’t feel like the place that we lived in was a safe environment for me anymore and she didn’t want me getting into trouble. So we moved to Holly, MI and I attended Sherman Middle School. I had fun I made new friends there and thought some of the boys were cute. I will always remember my sixth grade history teacher Mrs. Cherry. Every morning I would go into her class and she played the same song called “Kokomo”. I also remember the time when I lied to her about being allergic to bees because I was so scared of them. She had the door open one day and a bee flew in. I was so scared so I told her that I was allergic to bees so I could get out of class. Seventh grade year I tried out for the basketball team. It was about me and ten other girls, but I sucked the most! I only made one shot the whole season and it was at the last game when a girl fouled on me and had to do two free throws only making one. I was so bad at basketball it wasn’t even funny. My eighth grade year I had to change schools because we moved again. My step-dad built our own house in North Branch, MI, which is a really small country town that I was not used to. It was hard for me to make new friends because it was not diverse and I was the only black girl. I eventually started to make friends so it got a little bit better. But towards the middle of the year I had racism problems with one of my classmates. My freshman year I was so excited because I was in high school! I tried out for cheerleading and made the team. I cheered for football season which was so fun because the broncos made it to the playoffs, so it was a long season. I cheered for basketball season but quit early because I was just starting to see my dad again and my games were interfering with his weekends. Freshman year was over so fast! Sophomore year was fun too; I was pretty much taking all easy classes. The one I favored the most was French. I’ve always loved to learn about different cultures and hope to travel all over the world someday. I also loved it because I could speak in a different language and I was good at it. Along came my junior year and I was really excited because I knew that I was going to be a senior next year. Junior year was fairly easy too and I made a new best friend named Michelle. We hung out all the time, walked around school during passing time, and ate launch at the same table. My junior year was my most important year because I had to figure out what colleges I was applying to and what I wanted my career to be. I already knew what career I was going for but I had to know what college was best for me and if it had the right field for my major. I knew I wanted to become a pediatrician because I absolutely love babies! The first college I looked at was the University of Michigan. Ever since I was little I knew I wanted to go there because it was a great school and it had the career field I wanted to go into. I also looked into Wayne State and Oakland University but I just knew that I had my heart set on U of M. I applied to the University of Michigan-Flint my senior year and about a month or two later I got an acceptance letter in the mail. I was so happy! I was excited but sad about my senior year because I loved the fact that I was graduating but sad because I knew I was leaving some of my friends. As senior year went on I participated in spirit week, the week of homecoming game. I dressed up for blue and white day, which was on Fridays. Friday was the most fun day because we had a pep assembly and a parade for the homecoming game. As the end of senior year approached I was eager and happy because the seniors got out three weeks earlier than everybody else. The last day of school for everyone was June 6th, but the last day for me was May 17th. We had senior walk-out on May 17th at the end of the school day, which was 2:40 p.m. Parents and other family members were allowed to show up to support their child. The day of graduation was June 2nd. That was the happiest day of my life and also my family’s life. I wore a purple-blue and yellow dress with purple-blue four-inch heels. My cap and gown was white. As they called everybody’s name I was so anxious and had butterflies in my stomach because I’ve always had a fear of standing in front of a bunch of people. It was my row’s turn to stand up and get called to the stage.
Chane’l Dominique Leverette. I walked across the stage with a big smile on my face hoping that I wouldn’t fall going down the walkway. As I walked down my mom and my granddaddy were waiting at the end to take a picture. Graduation went really good, all my family and friends were there to support me and this was one of the most important days in my life. After graduation me and other students from my school went to project graduation. Project graduation was when we went to the recreational center in Lapeer from ten ‘til four in the morning. We could play basketball, volleyball, or tennis. We got to eat pizza and get hypnotized. We could also go swimming and do tricks off the diving board. Four o’clock in the morning came and we all went out to breakfast at The Farmhouse
restaurant. Senior year is finally over and I have accomplished my first goal of graduating high school! Over the summer I stayed with my daddy and he got me a new car and a phone. That was another happy day of my life. I hung out with my friends and attended some different events at U of M. The first one was orientation. Orientation went very well and I met new friends that I still talk to today, DeVine and Shanice. As it got closer to the time for school to start we had Welcome Day. That day was a lot of fun because we got to meet new people and experience new things and activities that were going on.
School has started and I can’t say that I don’t like it. My classes are Biology 111, English 111, English 100, English 109, Math 090, and I have a Bio Lab on Tuesdays. I like all my teachers and this has turned out to be a pretty easy semester for me. I can’t wait to see what next semester and next year has for me.