The family signed an agreement to buy a house, but the house was poorly maintained so it was full of repairs which evidently would cost money that they didn’t have. The community the house was in wasn’t much better, being filled with crime and corruption and not very family oriented. As it seems a lot of their family finds jobs, tragedy strikes with the death of Jurgis’s
After fourth month my parents and me rented apartment. So we got our house after too much struggle. At that time only me and my dad had job so it was hard for us to pay the rent at that time. We were saving each of penny we could at that time. After a month my mom also got job so after that we spent our life with ease but at the same time we were saving money.
I can say that my worst fear is being a failure Being a grown man wishing I finished high school or college, stressed out trying to figure how I’m about to pay my rent for next month and not being able to provide and help my family when they really need it. Both sister and my brother and even my father have recently had children. This has made life a little more stressful and hard. My brother and sisters has dropped out of college and started work at minimum wage jobs to provide for their children. I sometimes wish I could show them that their lives don’t have to stop
But her daughter was with her grandmother in México. She came to New York to find work so she could send her family money when needed. Unfortunately, her daughter became very sick, and her operation would cost 400 dollars. Because she wasn’t able to get paid she couldn’t help her daughter. She decided to go to her manage and ask when she would be getting paid, but the only thing her manager could tell her was “next week”.
In my first year, I was struggling for the first semester, I had a hard time with my roommates who I had to live with, I had no choice, I couldn’t really pick. I didn’t mind them, but they would always have these huge and loud ridiculous parties, and I hate parties. Soon, though, two of them left, thankfully the two I disliked, the other two were fine, one of them similar to me as in he hated the parties, and soon two way better people moved in, who I became close friends with, and I still am to this day, Those two are the only “friends” I really consider myself having. They hated parties, they had VERY similar personalities, and we became really good
It’s not an option being homeless In the report “Homeless on campus ” by Eleanor J. Bader being homeless is not an option while attending school because throughout the years times have got in harder on everybody and with our economy the way it is just about everyone’s is struggling to make ends meet especially with students. In “Homeless on campus” describes the lives of college students who suffer from not having a home, being physical abuse of others; some were single parents, the loss of a job, being the main household paying for bills, school, books and, being ill. The author tells many cases; however she puts a unique emphasis in one of them which is the first one she talks in her report a twenty-year old named Aesha, who is a
Pat is also finding it hard to adjust to being in The home as up to a weeks ago she was living alone with carer’s Popping in a couple of times a day to assist her with her personal Needs .Pat is very depressed and doesn’t really understand why she is now in her home so is refuse’s to leave her room To mix with the other residents in the communal lounges she has Also Been choosing to eat her meals alone but often hides her left over’s food in napkins I was asked to be Pats key worker so the first thing I Did was try to take time to spend with Pat and her daughters when they visited in her room. I painting Her nails, did her hair and just talking about her past to try to Gain her confidence I also spoke about her Parkinson’s and reassured her that she had nothing to be embarrassed or worried about as everyone is here to support her and listen whenever she wants to talk. I also spent some meal times with her and we Ate meal together on occasions to help encourage her to eat a Little better. After about a week I was helping Pat to get ready in The morning and suggested she joined the other residents just For breakfast at first she said no but after some gentle persuasion She agrees. At breakfast I
She explains the struggle of only having little food there because it was the ones her parents brought her during the weekends but she had to save it in order for it to last. When she finally gets back from the 45 day camp stay, her father has made up his mind up his mind and wants him and his family to leave
Both parents have a college education, steady employment and are doing their best to raise the baby in an apartment in the city. When Loke was eight months old, my husband lost his job, putting a lot of financial stress on the family. We were more irritable when taking care of Loke and in turn, she also became more irritable. We were not able to spend as much time as we wanted with her because we were busy finding a way to fix the situation. Luckily, my husband found another job and the situation dissipated.
All of us share a room whose rent is paid by my mom and my sister only, while my check helps bring the bread to our room. We move just about every other month due to huge differences in lifestyles between my family and the people we rent with. Where we move to is not a big deal for me because I am hardly ever home to avoid problems with whomever we live with. Between school, basketball practice, cheer, sports medicine, and my job, I keep myself busy so I only arrive at our room to get some rest at night. These are difficult times and I am aware that there are many more to come.