Being Treated By My Father

First and foremost, my grandmother is always hurting me throughout my life. She raised me and my cousins from the time we were little up until now. I am the oldest out of me and my cousins, but I get treated the worst. My grandmother shows a lot of favoritism between us no matter what the situation is; I always get blamed for it. I graduated high school without no distractions and no kids. My cousins, on the other hand, barely finished school and had kids during their sophomore year. In my grandmother’s eyes, I am dumb and stupid. She feels that I would never be anything in life, that I wouldn’t accomplish my goals. She used to embarrass me in school and would have the other kids laughing at me. Never got anything that I may have wanted but my cousins always asked her for money because they never wanted to get out and find a job themselves. I never asked my grandmother for a cent, but get treated so badly. All I ever wanted was to make her proud of me. I wanted her to see how much I

Friendships change over time. Some people stay your friends forever others are only temporary. This essay shows how my friendships have changed between Elementary school and Middle school, between middle and high school, and how some have stayed the same over the course of my education.

I have come from a well-meaning but very scarring, ambivalent and dysfunctional family. My father was a sometimes physically, but often times very emotionally abusive person. Using a large amount of fear and intimidation of him to control our family and home. My mother regularly took out her anger and frustration towards my father on me since my parent’s first major separation when I was seven years old which in conjunction with the negative impact of my parents’ off and on separations leading up to their eventual divorce I developed depression, anger and other behavioral problems as well. I suffered many years of abuse from my mother as a result of these things. I understood both my parents cared for me, even though their actions often time both demonstrated it and contradicted it which lead to much confusion in relationships and friendships outside of my family. One of if not the most scarring experiences were of my mother and the adults she surrounded herself with sympathizing her abuse towards me because of the abuse she endured by my father and

One “This I Believe” essay can contemplate the meaning of life in 1000 words while another can acknowledge the goodness of piping hot baked brownies in 50 words. With no guidelines, it is up to each writer to determine how to best illustrate his or her message to the world. The “This I Believe” essays all have different meanings with various forms that convey emotion and new ideas no matter the style or length.

When you sit down to write an I Believe Essay, the first questions you have to ask yourself is, “What do I believe in?” It’s one of the hardest questions to answer. I for instance believe in patience, the power of seeing the big picture, and people’s power to help you become a better person. After you have figured out what you believe in, you then have to pick one of these beliefs to write about. My problem is that I couldn’t write about just one of these things. I wanted to write about all of them. I then realized what all of these beliefs have in common, a single person. I met a truly amazing person about two months ago. She’s taught me so much about life and myself. Once I saw that it became clear that the only thing I could ever truly write my essay on was her. Therefore I believe in the amazing girl who is Hannah Bourque.

My mother was only a little girl and she was already taking care of three little sisters. My grandmother was very harsh on her 10 daughters and

I made new friends and went to the Magis Program every Saturday. I saw some friends ,but it was different now. I'm not in their lives anymore and they are not really in my life either. Pretty soon after, me and my friends stopped talking because we went to different school and life was different. I didn’t like it. I wanted to know what was happening in my old school and how everyone was doing. I was pretty sad and missed everyone. So school went by ,and me and my friends still saw each other ,but we weren’t as close as we were. So life went on 8th grade came and my decision came back. 8th grade year was fun I had made a lot of friends and a lot bonds with them. Some of the friends I made were going to go to St. Ignatius or St. Edwards or other private high schools. It was also my time to decide to which high school to go to. It was a hard decision so I delayed it. My friends from Magis also started talking to me again. They thought that I was still going to St. Ignatius. I was deciding whether to go Westlake High School or to go to Ignatius. I delayed the my decision until summer. So during 8th grade the whole 8th grade went to Washington D.C and I then realized that I didn’t to go to thru the same feeling again. So I told my old friends that Im sry one the last day of the Magis program before the summer camp

Friendship is a key aspect of life. Friends are your support system, who you go to in time of need, and who you share memories with that can last a lifetime. In today’s society, many friendships are broken up because of trust issues or the lack of positivity that may be spread through the group.

Over four years, I have made, as well as, lost friends. We all need to grow and mature and sometimes others just do not want to follow that path with you and you end up growing apart.

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

A year ago we would be goofing around chasing after each other, giggling to their hearts content. That's what all kids do they play pretend and never think about the future. I thought that when our friendship ended it would a bang; a huge fight, maybe even a tragical death. Never in my wildest imagination could be cut by distance. 3,148 miles is how far Bradenton, Florida is to Warrenton Oregon. Is 3,184 miles really that far? T.S Eliot once said “This is the way the world end, not with a bang, but with a whimper.” I guess this applies to friendships as

That’s a huge reason why I have nothing to do with my grandma, because of the way that she treated my mom all those years throughout her childhood. My mom had to learn to grow up real quick and take over as head of the household and care for her 5 other brothers. So as soon as mom turned 18, she moved in with her grandma and took her brothers with her. Now under her grandmas roof lived 8 people total in a small 3 bedroom house. Mom worked hard throughout high school and ended up graduating early so that she could hurry and get into the workforce. She wanted to help her grandma out and bring more income in for her family.

8th grade was the best summer I’ve ever had. I was so happy because I was able to finally had a group of friends. It all started in Alpena, in May. My friend Breanna and I had gotten into numerous altercations and stopped being friends for a long time. Breanna messaged me and I decided that we should go get some ice cream. It turns out she wanted to say sorry for how she was acting. To this day, I consider her my best friend. Breanna and I reconciled in May and haven’t stopped being friends since. Earlier that year, I had met my friend Alyssa. She was basically like me, loud, crazy, cool, and didn’t care about others opinions on her. This is what basically bonded us. Breanna and I and Alyssa had hung out for a month, and we became the bestest

I believe that having a relationship that changes your life or changes the way you think or do something is very valuable. Having that kind of relationship with my father is very impactful on my life. All the positive aspects of our relationship comes to my mind. Reflecting on our relationship, many stories are emphasized in our relationship; stories that were impacting and made me who I am to this moment. My dad is a business owner, builder, ex-skater, drum player, video gamer, soccer player, loving husband and father, and a faithful servant to our Lord, Jesus Christ. So being able to relate to my dad is very easy to me, for I share many of those talents and hobbies. As the oldest son in the family I didn't really have anyone to look up to or strive to be like a certain person that was close to my age. That led me to walk in my dad’s footsteps. Watching my dad give glory to God for all that he has given to our family was truly incredible to me. My dad’s work rate, his ability to help others when they need it most, his ability to get tasks done thoroughly was amazing to me. I truly know that he is a wonderful role model for me. Three stories come to mind when I think of my dad. He taught me various things in every one, they are: to listen to God when you struggle, to work hard and finish things well, and to love others even when we dislike their motives or actions.

The hardest time in a person's life is often following the death of a close family member. Death is hard, losing someone you love and see on a daily basis causes great grief and sorrow. For me that special person I lost was my Dad. My father died when I was twelve and it was no doubt the hardest time of my life. Our relationship was indescribable I was his little buddy and we went absolutely everywhere together, and when he died it was like he just disappeared from my life forever. As a young boy you really do not know how to react to such a terrible situation. Neil Ibrahim a father of four dies young and it's just you and your brother left to carry the family name. Throughout the grieving process one learns who really cares about his or hers well being and the upbringing of their children without a father, losing your father makes you more responsible and a more humble person because you are all they left behind.