My first day was good, I learned a lot of things and I was catching on really fast. She called me to her desk and I saw something that destroyed my entire day. I saw a picture of her and my father hugging and smiling. I was livid, but I held my composure and asked her, “When did you all take this…
As I looked around the room, I saw some guidance posters, and then I saw Mrs. Powell, my science and math teacher, and Mrs. Bilbrey, my social studies and language arts teacher. My mouth tasted bile as I looked into Mrs. Bilbrey's blue eyes, her greasy gray hair flowing over her shoulder.…
Living in "the hood" in Weslaco,TX surrounded by my entire family was really a fundamental thing in my life. When i say entire, I mean literally all of us live a minute maybe two away from each other, and some of us were even neighbors. Now things are a little different and we may have scattered around all over Weslaco but we remain united and always available if one of us needed each other.…
I grew up in a two small towns called Ruston, La and Grambling, La. I spent my childhood in Ruston and my teenage years in Grambling. The two towns are so small it's like 1 small town almost. I enjoyed my childhood there. It was a place where kids were free to run and play. Til this day it is still a place where kids can be free and mothers don't have to constantly fret about there child being kidnapped of the street. I remember being up the street outside playing jump rope, volley ball, kickball, football, softball, and basketball with all the neighborhood kids. When evening came and the sun went down I remember my mother standing in the yard calling my name for me to come home because it was getting late.…
I moved to Colorado when I was about 4 or 5 when my Mother married this wonderful man who raised me to be the man I am today. It may sound strange but I loved the idea of growing up in two states because it gave me the wonderful oppurtunity to see the Great Rockies of Colorado and the Great Plaines of Illinois. When I was younger I moved between the states about every 2 or 3 years so half my education is in Illinois while the other half was in Colorado. Growing up in Colorado I had some incredible times like My brothers and I would spend hours in the summer digging in the back yard trying to see if we could actually get to China (never did) , while in the winters we would spend hours in the front yard building Igloos and slides when it snowed about 4ft. In Illinois the summers were equally amazing we would spend the days swimming at the local pool while we would spend the nights outside of U.S. cellular stadium, when the White Sox were good, a couple blocks down watching the fireworks go off either after a home run or at the end of the game. The winters in Illinois were brutally cold but that still didn't stop us from playing some hardcore tackle football at the High School or sledding down some insanely steep hills. These childhood memories will just keep getting fonder and fonder with time.…
Growing up in Forrest City Arkansas, there was not much to do, fields for miles and not a chance at seeing a tree. But forty miles away, I could not say the same, the pearl of the Mississippi River, Memphis Tennessee. I spent a lot of time there growing up, just because there was not anything to do where I was from, and a whole lot to do in Memphis.…
Being born in Oregon, meant that I was surrounded by family. Both of my grandparents lived within an hour and a half from us and my cousins were only thirty minutes away. I went to a small church, which just so happened to be my school, and I lived in a small town. I had all of this until the fateful day when we moved to Texas.…
The day I found out I would be moving from Roseville to Alpena was probably the worst day of my life. I remember the day I found out about the move. Not only was I really upset because I would be moving away from my friends and family, but I was really scared. We were moving to the middle of nowhere, where I knew not a single person. I would be going into my 6th grade year in the fall, my first year of middle school. My brother and I did everything we could to try to sabotage the move, but sadly our plans failed. Nothing could stop this from happening. Everything I knew… was about to change.…
I still couldn't believe we moved out Dallas into San Antonio. It would still take some time for me to process this astonishing change in my life. Now and then I would dwell on the memories I had with my friends in Dallas. I'd never moved to any place before I was accustomed to being in the same old place, seeing the same people, and doing the same old thing. Moving to San Antonio was one of the biggest I had as an eleven-year-old. Once we had unloaded everything from the U-Haul truck, I was very exhausted. Moving was a tiring job, we couldn't afford to hire movers, so we all had to help with moving everything into the new apartment. I always tried to carry the heaviest things because I still wanted to prove to my mom and sister that I was the man of the…
Firstly, I began missing school a lot starting in October. I missed 20 days throughout the fall semester of junior year alone. I had lots of homework o make up due to all of my absences and Mrs. Henrey was very helpful in helping me succeed with the homework I missed. Mrs. Henrey went out of her way to help me. She would have me come into her classroom during lunch so that I would not have to sit in the cafeteria, which was very loud, to help me concentrate on homework. She also tried to help me understand what I was missing even if it was a class she was not teaching. Mrs. Henrey was an English teacher and she would repeatedly try and me with other classes such as Calculus and Childhood Development even though that was not her field of expertise. She was very helpful in keeping…
I moved to Alabama from Texas at the beginning of my 6th grade year. The day before leaving, my best friend since kindergarten came over and stayed the night with me, dreading falling asleep and waking up to a nightmare of having to say goodbye. The morning came and so did the tears, I had packed up my entire life, said goodbye to all my family, friends, my house, and even my dad. How was I, an insecure, and VERY shy little girl supposed to just leave everything I knew and loved and start all the way over when my life was just getting started? It was a long 12 hour drive from Dallas, Texas, to little town Guntersville, Alabama and it gave me a long time to pity myself, hate my mom for moving me, get over the hate and be excited, and then be upset all over again. Alabama. Why Alabama? We had a choice, Alabama or Florida, and we chose here??? Me being a stubborn, bratty, over dramatic pre-teen, I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I thought the world was ending.…
However, my family moved to Tucson, AZ and that is when I went to school for the first time. The transition from being home schooled to a place where I did not know anyone was never racking. I was not around people I knew . Now living in a different state, my mother and grandmother found relief from being able to send us to a better school. While my mom worked at a hospital, my grandmother was our caretaker. My grandmother relied on my aunt whom also lived in the area to drive us to school every morning and pick us up. But occasionally that would be an issue, because my aunt had a job, went to college and had her own children to take care of. One year later, my grandmother became sick and we moved back to Philadelphia because there were better…
In my freshman year of high school, I had a strict science teacher. She was also quite stubborn as well, as she was a perfectionist and believed that she barely makes any mistakes. One day, when I was checking my grades online, I noticed that there was a score of zero on one of my lab reports. Thinking that it was strange, I looked through all my lab reports and found none that had a mark of zero. I knew that I had to argue against the teacher and complain about the wrong grade that she put in. Afraid that she would chide me, I hesitantly went up to the teacher and explained that she accidently put in a wrong grade. At first, she denied of making such mistake. However, when I proved to her by showing her all of my nonzero-marked lab reports, she finally complied and changed my grade accordingly. By fighting for my unfair grade, I was able to get my average score up again by eight points. If I had not complained and stayed reticent, my grade would have fallen drastically and would have even made my parents disappointed.…
I love new Orleans but I'm glad I got out. The place was toxic and as modern as the world became its like shit was still the same sad part is when we moved to Cali it wasn't any different, when I got sent to Vancouver it wasn't any different. My life was a constant "don't forget you're black." until my money was white enough. But now you can't fool…
lives. I was so upset and had such anger towards my parents for making me move…