I tried going to alternative school while working and pregnant but that did not last but a semester either. I was to worried about what my child’s father was doing that I also quit going to that school. Six months after having my first child I ended up pregnant with my second one. I knew from then that I had no chance of ever going back. So I got married at 17 and started just playing the house wife and mom, till it came to me having to find a job.
It was the beginning of the school year and I was a senior at my private high school. I was taking senior pictures, ordering graduation announcements, and planning my graduation party. My mom and I were already planning the guest list for it. I honestly did not care who we invited as long as my grandparents from Texas were coming. My mom reassured me that they had already bought their tickets and that they were coming for sure!
Let’s get started and see how the conflict cam about. To begin with, we were friends from 6th grade till 8th grade, we did everything together. We cheered on the same team and were at each others house almost every weekend. During my 8th grade year I had just gotten in a relationship with this boy I had a crush on, well we had been dating for about two weeks when I left on a cruise with my family over Thanksgiving. When I returned home a week later I found out that my supposed best friend was dating my supposed boyfriend.
The information was known I would be seeing my “recovered” Father today, two days after my birthday in the well-known place: rehab. I woke up with my heart in my stomach and proceeded to do a normal morning routine before visiting my Father. In the blink of an eye, I found myself back in a familiar, yet eerie place that within holds an unexpected change of heart for many people. The quant chatter passes through one ear, and out the other. I sit for two hours aimlessly and look up to see my Father for the first time in three months.
Sometimes I think that the dream still isn’t dead in me, especially since this past Thanksgiving. This year, my family (my mother, my sister and I) decided to be a host family to two Great Lakes Naval Base Boot Camp members for the holiday. On Thanksgiving morning, my mother and I went to pick up our two ‘recruits’. I was so stuck in a cloud, dreaming of spending my holiday with tow muscle-bound hotties, that it never occurred to me what happened next. Two young ladies approached us and introduced themselves as Midshipman MacIntosh and Shipman McDonough.
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.
After a couple of months, they called us again and announced that we were chosen to receive green cards. It was a moment that I will never forget. However I had to finish the last month of high school and graduate before I could leave for the States. I was full of joy about leaving, but because I needed to separate from my family, relatives and friends, I felt sad too. I also had a prom which was unforgettable.
Finding Nemo Today is another bittersweet moment in my life, my last day of sophomore year. I have chosen to write about the time I reunited with something I needed and loved, yet lost. This is what some people may call their other half. One of my favorite quotes by an anonymous author says, "High school is not the time to find your groom, but the time to find your bridesmaids." So, on that note, this is not another cliché story about losing my one true love, but about the time I lost myself.
The word “can’t” is a limitation word. It convinces the person that it is impossible for something to happen, for them to complete a task, or learn a new skill and, therefore, halts their progress. Self-limiting beliefs are those things people believe about themselves that place limitations on their abilities and are often the cause of slowed advancement in their personal lives. Limitations are actually a thing of the mind; in reality, there is no such thing. When learning a new skill, people will first fail many times before doing it correctly.
To celebrate Tet, parents usually buy children new clothes and shoes to wear on the first day of New Year. Besides, Vietnamese people cook or buy many Vietnamese good food. For example, Banh Chung, a rice cake, stuffed it with cooked bean paste and ground meat in the middle, boiled chicken, picked onions, and Vietnamese sausage. According to Vietnamese traditional custom, on the first three day of the New Year, Vietnamese people visit paternal side on the first day, maternal on the second day, teachers on the third day. After that, they come and see their relatives, friends, and neighbors.