When she hit me I blacked out and we got into a serious fight. She was bleeding everywhere and the St.Petersburg, FL Police Department, covered me in mase. Next, we got took to the Juvenile Detention Center and suspended for 10 days, I was crying because I’d never gotten into any trouble or had referrals until this incident. I was afraid of loosing my scholarships and thinking of how this would impact my grades. I was able to maintain a 3.8 GPA through everything but I was put on academic probation for my scholarships.
It got worse and not only was he hitting my mom but now me as well. This continued till I was about 11 or 12. My dad cheated on my mom, my mom kicked him out and he didn’t come back for about a week or so. Then my mom cheated on my dad with his cousin and it got ugly a fight between my parents broke out again and I walk outside my room
For example my math teacher left the class for 5 minutes to use the bathroom one day, I was sitting down doing a task then two kids got up and started kicking me and pouring all my things out of my back pack. Everyone looked and laughed. I did not know what to do, I was in a great amount of pain and had no one by myside. I felt if I told my teacher or my dean I would be beat up again for being a snitch.Throughout the entire year every single day something new would come about. So I told my mom what was going on and her and my uncle got me in boxing to help increase my self esteem up.
For the next 6 years or so, we moved in and out of many different apartments all over the city because of my dad and his issues. I changed schools like changing my shirt. I never got to have a best friend; in fact, I didn’t even get to know anyone at all. Finally, one day my mom got sick of hiding from my dad and of dealing with his struggles, so she decided to move back to Quetzaltenango. I have to admit that at the beginning moving back sucked!
She was pretending to cook some brownies for her friends and the teacher. She would put the brownies on a plate and walk them from child to child asking if they like their brownies. I found her actions to be very cute and humorous because in her little mind her brownies were the best in town. I then during lunch I observed her using her fine motor skills through her carefully holding a full glass of milk. She was trying to carefully drink the glass of milk without spilling it on herself.
Taking my shower towel in with me to brush my teeth and my toothbrush down stairs with me to eat breakfast, I was oblivious to everything except for the special day that I envisioned at school. Once I was ready, my mom drove me to school and asked me several questions, told me what do after school, and yet I came out of the car unaware of what she had said. Walking onto campus and embracing my surroundings, I kept telling myself, "This is my time, now let's go make it happen." It was the first day of the rest of my life, that is, my grown up life. My stomach was anxiously groaning for food as I had realized I had neglected to eat breakfast that morning.
She and her friends who sit around the house for hours discussing all the things the children would do has they grew up, who Tristan would look like most, how she hoped that he had his fathers eyes and her hair. It was a dream come true and she had never been more ready. Until one dreary rainy morning in October. She woke up early that morning not feeling very well although at 27 weeks you never really feel well. Until she found blood.
He has been kicked out of school several times; it seems like he does not care about it; however, he has a decent grade in English class. What makes Holden act this way? There is always a reason behind the way people behave, and Holden seems to have some serious problem going on within him. When Holden was sleeping over Mr. Antolini’s house, Holden revealed something that could be key to understand why he conducts himself to others the way he
Any problem in my life, I knew what I had to do to solve it. I just would find reasons to put off doing the actual work. I hit a low point a few months ago when I almost lost my job because of it. The actual details are a story for another time. I put myself under a microscope and analyzed most of my failures/guilts/weaknesses and I realized how pervasisve slacking off was in my life.