We have all been through so much that it has brought us much closer together. My friends have always been there for me. I have always had friends come and go, but the ones that stayed mean the world to me. The one friend who has been there for me and knows me the best is my best friend Sharon. We haven't fought over anything and I've known her since I was basically a baby.
It was freshman year when I realized that I have been taking people’s friendliness and hospitality for granted. I recognized my passive nature have become a tripping stone. It came to a point where even my best friend complained to me that I was too passive because she was always the one asking to make plans. As I complete my third and final year at Sir Winston Churchill High School, I am happy and proud to say I
When I was eight years old my dad and Ms. Terri got a divorce. I was very upset at first because I thought I wasn’t going to get to see Ms. Terri anymore. I was so thankful my mom and dad realized how much I loved Ms. Terri and how much she loved me that they still let me see her. She would still come to all of my sports practices, school activities and I got to go spend the night with her on the weekends. Right after I turned nine years old, my dad was killed in a car accident.
As a banker he had no time to do what he wanted or have a social life, he was getting up at 5:30am and getting to bed around 10 every night, he claimed, “Everyone thinks its glamorous, but it’s not that glamorous.” His girlfriend wanted a camera for her birthday, so he got her one, but shortly after they broke up and he was left with the camera; he started playing around with it, and realized how much fun it was. Eventually, he quit his job as a banker and left the country within 24 hours to go photograph an event. He states, “I just felt I needed to be there and witness what was going on.” Upon return from the trip, he enrolled in a photojournalism course at the nearby college and ultimately won an award for best young photojournalist by photographing the civil war in Sierra Leone. Reaction: First off, I give this guy, Marcus Bleasdale, loads of credit for up and quitting his job to chase different dreams and passions. He gave up his very successful banking job to become a photojournalist and deal with less than half salary as he used to get.
What would it feel if I can wake up everyday forgetting what happened for the last whole year? Lucy in the movie “50 First Dates” told me this feeling. Every morning when she woke up, she only rememberred the Sunday of last year which was her father’s birthday, also the date she had the car accident which made her only keep memory before Sunday, so she always felt happy living the same habit as what she did on Sunday a year ago with the kind set-up by her father and brother. After meeting Henry, she could only remember who he was on the same day. But after one night, he became a stranger to her.
My Multicultural Experiences Brenda Chen University of Phoenix January 26, 2014 An unforgettable experience I had with a multicultural environment was when I lived in a group home. During my teen years, I grew increasingly angry and rebellious after my father had a stroke and passed away. This event led to my deep depression and fear of almost everything. Eventually, I was hospitalized for hitting my sister’s boyfriend and severe depression. When I was discharged my mom was unable to take care of me.
I was picked on but It didn’t happen to me until I was in middle school. I had great experience and memories from elementary school more than I did in any other grade I was in. During my elementary school years I can remember it as it was yesterday, I lived in South Carolina and went to Claude A. Taylor my kindergarten teacher Mrs. McClendon & Mrs. Goodwin would have paper, pencils, markers and more for me to color and draw until everyone got to class because I was always early to class. I loved my teachers dearly, I even talk to most of my teachers still and most are still working at the same elementary school. I have lots of memory stories from kindergarten but I will just tell one of them.
82, I learned how to speak English very fast. When I was in elementary school I was always the fat kid the other kids used to tease because of my weight. I played it off like I didn’t care but deep down it hurt my feelings. I was always the troublemaker my mother had to come to my school every year because I always misbehaved in school. The biggest thing that happened in elementary school was one day after school I was in the 5th grade my mom gave me the news that my uncle had died.
I was the first born and was the only child till I was six, but during those six years I witness my mother getting hit by my father and him being drunk every day and never home. I was scared and didn’t know if this was okay and normal for my parents but what I did know is whenever it happened I was hiding and covering my ears. My dad would go on drinking binges for days with his cousins and would never be home, my mom would worry and leave me to go find him, usually he was at a bar or at his cousins house and she would bring him home. That’s when things would get throw, slaps would be heard, cries as well, and another beer opening. It got worse and not only was he hitting my mom but now me as well.
It is never enough to me to just tell them how much I love them. I especially try to stay with my grandparents as much as possible because having them alive and close to me is a blessing from Cabrera 2 God. My friends as well as my family have a special place in my heart. I am always there for them whenever they need a