Being The Awkward Girl From Apartment Ten Essay

I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated

It took me three times to get use to riding a bike and after I got it down, we decided to head out down the block to Independence park on the bikes. This was the only park in the city that had a mix of a skate park and traditional park. We would usually hang out in the playground since we did not skate. When we got to front of the park we set our bikes down by a wooden fence that separated the grass area and parking lot. Isabel and Bianca had rushed out to the swings and I did some snooping around the park. I was always curious about my surroundings when I went out since I did not have that luxury to be out or play when I would have wanted to. I loved taking in the scenery, the beauty of the nature, and the flowers. They were my favorite thing about visiting Independence park. I was walking around this fence that surrounded the playground until I had reached the restrooms. I noticed this huge brown paper bag sitting on this phone booth. I was secretly freaking out cause I was curious to what was inside. My mom had always told me not be a traviesa (naughty) and that I should never touch what doesn’t belong to me so I rushed off to Isabel and Bianca to tell them about the bag. I figured I needed some partners in crime for this. When I got to the swings I was very out of breath I was a pretty chubby kid growing up, but that still did not stop me from running, I enjoyed it a lot actually. As gathered myself together and took in a deep breath Isabel yelled, “What is it? Why are you running so fast?” I looked up to her and said, “There is a brown on phone booth just sitting there. It’s so strange no one is here at the park and it is just there. Why?” She gave me a look as if I had said the most uninteresting thing on the planet and continued to say, “Okay? Why does this

My parents were down the street at my aunt’s house and said that I could have some people over, so that’s exactly what I did. Around eleven girls had came over and we spent the night dancing and singing loudly every word to songs that were overplayed on the radio but still so catchy. When other houses started to shut off their lights, the street lamps went on and our feet were too sore to be used anymore, we lowered the music, all sat around and gossiped—of course because that’s what girls do best. When the night had ended and almost everyone was gone, me and a couple others were so hungry that we were listening to our stomachs grumble, it was as if they were talking to each other about how they needed food. My parents offered to drive us to the Rainbow Diner where I got my favorite dish, french toast and chocolate

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

1) Who does Beneatha invite to the apartment? How does she tell Mama to act around this person? Why?

When I matriculated to Oregon State University, I realized how alone I really was, and that my popularity had meant nothing because I had no true connections with people in high school. I did not know how to work for anything because everything seemed to be handed to me. Finally my sophomore year of college, I met Harper, who immediately fit perfectly into my life. I’d never been that close to someone before, we did everything together. As I sat on the bus thinking about her my stomach began to contract violently and I masticated on one of my apple slices to try to calm it. Senior year Harper and I had decided to go to a big party for Halloween in Portland. Half way through the night Harper came up to me crying and insisted for me to drive her home, refusing to tell me why. I agreed because the party wasn’t that great anyway, but we got in a huge fight over why she wasn’t being honest with me or telling me what had happened. I had turned my head to look at her just for a moment, her red hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes filled with

When I was young in primary school, I was nine years old; I was a very quiet and shy girl outside with strangers. When my mom and dad had their friends at my house, or any one comes to visit us, I was still shy, but in our home I was very active and naughty, I was playing everywhere, I was playing with my sisters and I was born in a big house

It had been a long tiring day ,my sister and i had gone to our mimi’s house for the day. She took us to see the movie in side out, my sister balling at the end. We also when out to eat at ihop, and shopping. My parents slept all day so they wouldn’t be tried to drive all night to Colorado and get there at about noon. We didn't leave until about 1 or 2 am, but I couldn't sleep I was to excited. Every time I closed my eyes eyes they just bursted open again. I was to excited to start driving, “can we go yet?” An hour of waiting, listening to the clock tick, we finally left! My sister watched frozen over, and over, and over again i think i heard let it go a milion times! I looked out the window, staring at the sea of green

It was a nice building. The carpeting was handmade by Mrs. Dela. She was the old woman that lived on the first floor with her husband, Mr. Dela. Every morning, they were found outside watering the flowers. Mrs. Dela especially took pride in the tree that casted a shadow above the building. My mom always had something cooking in the kitchen, and my dad was always home before 5:30. My brother, tall and masculine, would pride himself on his athletic ability. My best friend Curly, lived in the building as long as I did. He was one day older than me and he never let me live it down. He always had his hand running through his curly, jet black hair and his goofy smile never failed to cheer me up. His mom was a nice woman. She worked a lot because Curly’s dad left them. He was an only child, so we spent most of our time together. When we were about five a new kid moved in. His name was Benny. Benny was a boy of few words, unlike Curly who never shut up. He moved in with his mom, stepdad, and two step sisters. Benny was a good listener. Curly and I talked and talked, and he would just listen. And everything was okay. Until…

The Girl in the Green Sweater is a nonfiction novel that represents a story of struggle and survival; the predicaments that the main character, Krysha, faces represents the calamities that not just her family, but all Jewish families during the holocaust. In addition, three different elements of literature that the authors used to convey their message of struggle and survival that families endured during the Holocaust, so that the reader could relate to the characters and situation includes point of view, conflict, and tone, which really brings the story to life.

I stepped into Mrs.Swartz’s 2nd grade class and I was frozen because,none of my friends were in her class.Just a ton of strangers.On the outside it may have looked like I was calm,but in the inside I was going all over the place,and I was so scared.There were name tags with cute apples on them,and all I could think was”Oh great,I have to sit next to a boy.”There was this girl in my group that seem a little hyper.Well,maybe more than a little hyper she was like “Hey!What’s your name!” and I whispered in a shy voice”Dinara.”Then I asked her and she said “Bri.”

I was laying in a wooden box in the child’s room, with drawings of animals all over the simple white walls. It smelled like it was made out of fresh wood just yesterday, even though it was probably years old. I remember that one time, I was inside the box with all my friends, when a little chubby child suddenly took me out, with who apparently was my “girlfriend.” The chubby child loved playing with me pretending for me to be a prince, talking to the “princess.”

My friend Melanie and I head to a Halloween store with her parents after long and boring day at school. We look around near the creepy masks and face paint. I grab a can of pink fake hair color, taking off the lid once Melanie turns around walking down the aisle. I spray some in her blonde hair then quickly hide the can behind my back. She gasped, “What did you do?” She said following me as I ran to the other side of the store. I look behind me to see that she has stopped running and is now looking at her hair in a mirror mounted on the wall. She picks up a few strands of hair and I see her face go red with anger.

I had just moved to los banos from San Jose. I just started going to a school at Westside . I went to the office to see the person in front I said "hi im new can you help me find my class.she said. your teacher is Mrs.r I’ll show you how to get to your class. I finally got to my class and. The teacher said "Have a seat at the back table. I sat down and there was a girl next to me. Her name was Maria we talked for a little while She said if I wanted to play at recess i said yes. "A few weeks past and Maria and i had some new friends there names were Serenity, Fernanda, and Mia.

Ms. Bee and Dad wasn’t all strict now because they knew I was trying to go back to school. I’d get a little high, come home, go asleep, play tunes, and help around the house. I had some of my female friends come by and see me. It was cool with my peoples as long as we weren’t banging in the crib. I had one lady who really cared about me; A little thick boned brown-skinned joint from Hunting Park side of Broad Street. She’d ring my doorbell, come in and my parents would let her come right upstairs. She had good manners and was attractive. One evening she came by and I was feeling a bit sick. She seemed worried and asked me if I was OK. I told her that most likely I would be staying in for the evening. We actually had plans to go out that