I graduated college with a teaching degree and I got a job teaching with the Dubuque Community School District. My favorite part of my job was working with kids and helping them learn. I didn’t hate anything about it. When I was 23 I got married and had two kids, Maddison (Maddie for short) and Max, who are twins. My husband was a football player and my kids went to Sageville Elementary School, then Jefferson Middle School, then Hempstead High School.
Everything began when my mother was diagnosed with colon cancer. As her condition deteriorated, the task of caring for my younger brother and niece fell on my shoulders while my older sister worked to support us. I also had to help my mostly bedridden mom care for herself. Consequently, I was extremely busy at home and therefore, often missed school.
Laconia Middle School was the local school for those that lived in Laconia. Knowing most of my classmates and having many friends I felt as though I was at a very good place in life. Attending school everyday was fun for me. I got to be in classes with my best friends, had some of my favorite teachers, worked out a wonderful schedule and played the sports I loved, but if anything middle school was especially important to me was when I began to pick up a fascination for history and also began to realize how the Bosnian War had affected me as a person. Seventh grade was the year I was asked to write an essay about my biggest fear.
Time flew by and I turned nineteen years old. I was back at school. I began to get ill so I transferred schools.
Having to get up early in the morning to work with the sun beaming down on them with no water or food beside them as they work. The 12 year’s old mother actually said in the video that it is a daily routine that you have to do every day for a year or more. The 14 year old mentioned in the middle of summer I believe it was they have to travel miles and miles to another state for work and she hates doing that and wants to go back to her real home.
All I can say is that nothing prepared me to become a mother. I had been preparing it for what seemed like ages (approximately nine months), reading different books such as: Making Babies: Stumbling into Motherhood, and The Baby Owner’s Manual. I had also held conversations with my mum, aunties, and even some of my friends about being a mother. Of course, they gave me their different experiences, and how they managed it (Evans & Aronson, 2006). What was interesting was that even though for some, they described it as a disaster, and wished they had done things differently, they remembered the period of being new mothers with nostalgia.
My first impression of Will was that he was extremely small for the average sixth grade student. He was about 4’10” or so and maybe 75 pounds. He was perfectly dressed in Under Armour sports attire and matching Nike athletic shoes and socks; an outfit I have since learned defines his “away from school” character. Will came to school with every possible supply on the list the sixth grade team had mailed to him weeks before properly labeled with his name and homeroom teacher. This young man was ready to begin life as a middle school student.
Have you ever had a moment in your life when you were moved so much, that it affected your future? Well this is the story of how that happened to me. All this happened during the transition from middle school to high school. The decisions I had made in this time changed my viewpoints on my future, high school, academics, friends, my future, as well as life itself. It was moments like this that are crucial in ones’ life.
It was very hard. Despite the obvious and very difficult challenges I faced when switching schools, I was able to persevere. This is something I was able to do because I am naturally
My grades in school were horrible during this time, the highest I would make is a C. Around this time, and my sister announced that she was pregnant to the family. I was expected to not only do everything else, but also help with the baby. I quickly became overwhelmed, I realized I was not
I was usually a goodie-two-shoe except I had a major talking issue in elementary school that diminished during my high school years. It was pretty ironic how a talkative girl like me only acquired two friends, Namibia and Zambia, who were both outspoken girls with a unique personality. All three of us were our own crew starting from third grade when I first came to the school until fifth grade was when the pettiness began, the day Jackson came to school. Jackson used to come to Allen Christian School, now Eagle Academy, after she left in first grade. I was willing to become friends with Jackson since she was a friend to Namibia and Zambia
In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.
Becoming a Single Mother Becoming a single mother was one of the hardest things to do in my life. I was only nineteen years old and new to the world. I had just gotten out of a five year relationship when I met this guy on social media, a few weeks later we finally met in person. Fast-forward about four months later, I was still working as a manager at one of our local fast food restaurants and just wasn’t feeling the greatest. One of the employees suggested that I could be pregnant, I didn’t think that it was possible since I did my part and was on the Pill, and still currently taking it.
Going back to school with a six month old is the hardest thing I have ever done. More days than not, I tell myself it would be much easier to quit. I have to be even more dedicated to my school work than other students because I have a child, a fiancé, and a home to manage. Every day I am faced with the challenge of finding time to study. There have been many times where I have sang my notes from class while rocking my daughter, Hannah to get her to sleep.
Then 9 months later on February 16, 1999, at 3:10 am my precious son came out of my womb and placed on my chest. It was the most amazing experience ever, but also extremely exhausting thing ever! I was in the hospital for about another week till the doctor told me to go home, funny thing is that I got discharged on my birthday February 21, 1999, which I turned 16. At first, it felt like being a mother was easy, but in reality, it wasn 't because I also had to go to school plus he would always wake me up in the middle of the night, and be in an extreme of exhaustion. I started missing school more and more till I finally dropped out.
