An Abridged Story Of My Life

Superior Elementary school was the best school. I was so anxious to start the fourth grade. Me and my siblings would lay out our new school outfits and have everything ready for school the next day. We would also have our book bags full of supplies put together all neat in the bags put to the side. The day before schools start me and my two sisters would go get our hair done at the salon. My brothers would get a haircut.

School was a breeze. I loved every minute of it: reading, learning, pleasing my parents and teachers with good grades, and making friends. As a zealous bookworm, my interests leaned more along the language arts, history, and music

It was an okay school but what made it great there was the people I met mostly my friend Emma. Since the first day of fourth grade we have been inseparable and we have shared so many memories together. Like in fifth grade we were put into a program with eight of the most intelligent kids in our class to do advanced math online, but to say that the math class turned into a fun class would be an understatement. The ten of us would roam around school playing ding-dong-ditch on classrooms. Other days, we would stay in the math room and finish our lessons then once we were done with the lessons we would play games like heads-up one-up, or mafia. But the real thrill was at recess when the two classes of fifth grade would compete against each other in capture-the-flag I could go on about that for days, but I am going to talk about sixth grade now that is when we started going to the bagel shop every thursday a tradition that hasn’t ended by the way. During the many trips and everything that has happened between those trips have strengthened me and have taught me things that I didn’t know I needed to know like best disney song to karaoke to, but essential life lessons everybody needs to learn in their

On June, 7th of 2013 my daughter, Ayva Maria Gantt, was born prematurely. Ayva arrived three months early at 26 weeks gestation. I was originally scheduled to deliver Ayva on September 13th of 2013 at Civista hospital in La Plata, Maryland. Little did I know I would get to meet my daughter Ayva much sooner than expected. Ayva was born in Baltimore, Maryland at University of Maryland Medical Center so that she could get the care a premature born baby would need.

Tragic accidents can break families apart, or sometimes, bring them together. Tragic accidents are heartbreaking, and it makes you feel as though your heart will never heal from it. However for me, the tragic accident of my uncle dying, made me realize that life is too short, and it made me become the best student I had even been.

Elementary school started out as a bore but moved on to eventually being fun and enjoyable. I grew to love school and learning during my fourth and fifth grade years at Zia elementary school. My teacher taught me the value of history and American History

Messy hair, dirty nails, unlimited friends, imaginations with no limit, and zero worries; Elementary school was an absolute ball. Elementary is a bit of a blur for most as it feels like a lifetime ago, but I remember it pretty well. I attended a school right around the corner from my house in Fontana from Pre-K to the 4th grade, until my family and I moved to Eastvale where I had to take a bus every day for 30 minutes each trip just to get to and from school. And I absolutely loved it. I loved the idea of being the “new girl,” and I wanted to meet new people. Fifth grade may very well be my favorite year. My 5th grade teacher was Mrs. Warhop, and I was what everyone would call the “teacher’s pet.” As

My mom was almost killed by my dad with a knife. My father always beat us when he gets upset over the day he had. We got used to the beatings and the sound of a belt as it whipped through the air. But, my life changed when my dad aimed a knife at my mom. All I had as a child was my mother, and my dad tried to take that away from me. My mother hugged me and pushed me away as my dad stepped closer to her. The moment her hands left mine I saw my life crumble before my eyes.

I woke up. I was looking around like I was crazy, trying to piece together where I was. My whole body was in a cast and I could barely move. I gathered up my thoughts and figured out that I was in a hospital. I had no idea why I was there or what happened. I started to panic. I screamed and tried to get out of my bed as a nurse rushed into the room.

Broken. My world is crashing before my eyes. How will any of this ever be okay again? Oh, that’s right. It won’t.

Michael Levy sat at the table, waiting for the detectives to ask their first question. He was nervous, rapidly bouncing his leg and spoke with a tremble in his voice when offered a bottled water.

Flora pushed the top of the case open and hopped down to the floor. She was the new instrument in the room and was eager to see what child would be learning to play her. Looking at the clock above the door, she saw that it was time for band class to begin. Knowing she couldn’t be out of her case when they showed up, she quickly jumped back into the case and closed the lid without latching it. She shouldn’t have gotten out in the first place, but she was way too eager to be cooped up in the tiny thing.

The afternoon prayers from the mosque down the block, drowned out the harsh metal sounds Mum was making with her pots and pans. I wondered when she got up to cook, an early riser myself, I heard her bustling about in the kitchen before dawn. The aroma of fresh rosemary and cranberries made my stomach make the most horrid noise, as I had skipped breakfast, but for this occasion, it was worth the wait.

Helen Keller overcame different difficult obstacles of deafness and blindness to become an influential lecturer and social activist. She has become, in American culture, an icon of perseverance, respected and honored by readers, historians, and activists.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.