It was two months before my fifth grade graduation and three years from my parents divorce. Little did I know the news my mom told me that day would change my life forever. Tears came down my face when she told me we were going to be moving to New Jersey. At this moment I was feeling very confused and startled. Not only was I upset because I was leaving a place I have called home for eight years, but because I was leaving my friends and most importantly my dad and brother.
It turned out to be more stressful and awkward it was more so awkward because we heard a lot of rumors why they were getting a separation, but was never told the correct reason so we really couldn’t speak on our parents behalf it was definitely stressful on the three younger siblings because we live through it with them and was all in the mix but never understood, our older siblings were always there to make sure we were okay and answered every question they could. My older siblings would try and put why they got a separation into the easiest way they could, they would just say “trust they didn’t trust each
Out of all the seasons, I believe that Winter is the best, and after this argument you will believe that too. First off, in Winter, I get to go sledding with my friends Jasmine and Ember, or Jazzy and Dismember. We swerve and slide, jump and crash around the trees on Jazz's grandparents' forest. Snow would run down our backs, undergarments, socks, and face as we giggle and shiver in the cold wetness of it all. During Winter I just get to enjoy solitude, gore, scary movies, and snow.
On January 6, 2006, the police were called to my house in Cortlandt Manor, NY. My paranoid schizophrenic father was out of control and we were in danger. My mother, grandmother, sister and I needed to go. We moved 100 miles away to our Sag Harbor house. Life was, to say the least, distracting.
In this picture, I see that this hopeless mother looks tired. The mom has a look of depression about her. The woman looks willing to do anything to find a way out for herself and her children. The mom appears to be mentally and physically defeated, but has to keep fighting for her children. The mom can do nothing but pray for help that may never come.
You are 10 years old. It is 10:00 at night. You hear noises in your kitchen, then someone walks into your room. They put a bag over your head and take you to a house. They take the bag off and you see other children.
"You can do anything for just five more minutes, only five more minutes. " This is my mantra—what I mumble to myself as I run the 3.1 miles of complete pain, cross country. This is my mantra—what I tell myself as I lie in bed typing away on an English essay due in a few hours. This is what I tell myself when I am surrounded by noisy, hyper underclassmen—or by fussy babies at the nursery where I volunteer. My mantra has become a useful, inspirational aid to assist me in whatever challenges come my way.
I didn't know I could find such comfort; the feeling of home anywhere but my home. This building: no it was more than that, this creative space, offered so much more than I originally expected from the first interaction. I had an audition for a summer conservatory program, the theatre and voice class specifically, and I remember walking in and feeling something different. It was like I was meant to be there, as tacky as that may sound. When I got the call back saying I was in, I remember how excited I was.
Since as long as I can remember I have always wanted to do one single thing, fly! It didn’t matter whether I was a commercial pilot or a bush pilot or even just a weekend aviator. If I was in the air then I would be happy. It had always been that way, until one day when I went to my uncles ranch for the first time. As soon as I was on that ranch I knew I wanted one when I was older.
When I was a child about 12 years old, I did not recognize that obesity was such a serious problem to me because it did not affect my life too much, and I never thought about losing weight before. However, with eating much more food and did not do any exercises, I was more and more fat. Until I was 100 pounds overweight in 18 years old, my parents probably sensed that I had have to lose weight because obesity would cause many diseases which harmed health. Therefore, my parents enforced me to lose weight. (to live better or..)
The day the sun shined on my life I breathed and screamed as I entered the world. For fourteen years, being an only child was a blessing. I was an only child because my dad left me and my mom when i turned one. After that i never had an official home. We were always jumping into different houses because she couldn’t afford to pay all the bills by herself.
On May 20th,2020, I graduated from high school. It was like a novel. I was oozing with zeal and happiness. My friends, siblings, parents, and grandparents where there to witness my special day. Normally, I would be happy i'm leaving,but I wasn't.
Normally I’m not one to talk of my issues. I felt that they came from a place of weakness, and I never wanted to be perceived as weak. Instead, I’ve always been known as the kind of person who could crack a joke, make others smile, and always be there to help an individual in need. Couple these aforementioned positive things with my grades, and people assumed that my life was in pristine condition. However, no one knew of the problems I dealt with personally.
I started to show more interest in how my actions would affect my siblings rather than myself. They were my motivation to succeed not only academically but also, athletically. As an athlete I believe my encounters deeply affected my siblings because they play the sport I love so dearly, soccer. This is the sport that caused my stressed and ironically, relieved it most of the time. My frustration on the field became theirs.
My parents stopped talking to each other and honestly began drifting apart and my siblings were too consumed in their own social lives to care. I did not grasp what or how to feel. A couple months later, my parents revealed to me that after challenging sixteen years they were splitting up. It definitely affected me greater than it affected my siblings, especially observing my dad moving
