Both Baby and Anne are very smart, but Baby isn’t recognized for it. Instead she is put into a practical learning class. “I didn’t bother explaining that I’d been on the honor roll at my last school. That I had to go to a program for kids who had learning disabilities made me sad beyond words.” (Page 202, O’Neil) Baby deserved more, considering she was on the honor roll. But because she had to go to a detention centre, the social worker basically forced her into going to this class.
“Mariah? Is that you? Mariah replies, Yes, Jordan how have you been?” As they continued their convo Mariah checked the wall for her homeroom class. She realized that she didn’t have the same class as Jordan. The first bell at 7:20 rung for 1st period, Mariah is walking in the hallways trying to find her class.
And while I had my toys and my friends around I still had to be responsible about doing my homework and wake up every morning and wear my clothes to go to school. I learned to do everything by myself and. Finally after one year my dad decided that we can go to see my mom. At the first time, I did not feel anything when I saw her because I could not remember her as a mom. This really hurt me as
Her parents never realized that after every meal Rachel would secretly go to the bathroom upstairs and throw up everything she had eaten. Her father would beat her up and treat her like trash and her mother would just stand there and not say a word because she was weak and always did as Rachel’s dad said. In her kindergarten class, Rachel treated all the other little girls with rudeness, anger, and jealousy towards anyone who was better than her. She often spent her days in the principal’s office because of her strong character and misbehaviors. Rachel grew up, went through her dating stage, and then finally met a wonderful man that she could not picture herself without; a caring, positive, supportive husband that goes by the name of Tim.
They are going through many body and chemical changes. To get a child to talk about sexual abuse could be hard and I believe that is an issue that should be addressed. There are other books, I would consider, such as “My Body Is Special: A Family Book About Sexual Abuse, Elf Help Book” by Cynthia Geisen. Even though it is elementary, we have to consider that some students may not have ever been educated on what is right or wrong when it comes to touching others. I was never touched by anyone but when I was in middle school and was growing into my womanly body, a boy who was 2 years older than me told me I had “milk jugs”.
I am so very excited to see them excel in school. My little Evie is three and all she talks about is school, how she cannot wait to go and truthfully I can’t wait for her to go either. You see, once my girls are in school I will be able to go back to work and have adult conversations on a regular basis again. My days of changing dirty diapers, potty training, and watching cartoons all day will be behind me. Then I read the part of Welty’s story where Phoenix has to cross the creek and she said “Now comes the trial”.
Seeing her read so much always gave me the thought that reading was good for the mind and soul! I never got to really ask her what it was about reading that she loved so much, and she passed away my senior year of high school, but the memories of her reading will always be with me. {RIP Mom 12-26-2007} Reading as a child provided the perfect time to cuddle up with mom or dad, and verbalize my newly learned knowledge as a kid. My absolute favorite thing to read as a youngster was Dr. Suess. The pictures and the silly stories kept me interested and wanting to read more.
Life for me was hard being that I was born a dwarf and the only way I could be heard was if I talked through my nose. In Sunday school all the kids would toss me in the air passing me around as if I was a little doll while our Sunday school teacher took her usual smoke break. John would join in all the time yelling “pass him to me, it’s my turn!” The girls really loved me they thought I was just the cutest little thing. Even though them lifting me up and tossing me around caused all my change and belongings to fall out
Fourth Grade AWC When I saw Ms. Baldi yelling at markers, I realized that she looked like Gumball Watterson’s mother from the Amazing World of Gumball (a cartoon) when Gumball when Gumball squirted lemons into her eyes, but Ms. Baldi’s face looked more red. I thought that Ms. Baldi’s head had a fuse lit in it. Ms. Baldi is my nice, calm teacher (she was just doing a showing, not telling lesson, something you will learn in fourth grade AWC) who teaches AWC (Advanced Work Class). I have worked a long way to get into the AWC. I have been in the Murphy for five years.
I thought everything was going fine until we were heading to the food court and there ahead of me, sitting with her kids, was my aunt. I was afraid that she would see me and ask me questions such as why I was not at school at that particular time. So to make sure that she would not see me, I made up an excuse to my friends and told them that I had to go to the bathroom. Just as I was walking away, somebody bumped into me, causing me to fall down, and creating a huge disturbance. The part that was really embarrassing was when I had gotten up and was starting to pat off the back of my pants when I noticed there was some mustard on the butt of my pants.