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After stating the inequity that our parents have given us , we sense that our complaints and such have been brushed to the side and pretended to not exist. For that reason , we decided there was no other option but to isolate ourselves from our families and homes so that we can become independent. This will give us the opportunity to demonstrate our parents that we don’t necessarily need to depend on them any longer.

Since I came from Cape Verde, things have been so hard for me because I had to deal with new things every day until I got used to them. Even after 5 years, my English is still not perfect. I still struggle understanding some things in English. It was funny when everyone was complaining about not understanding Shakespeare’s play in my literature class. They said that Shakespeare’s language was hard to understand. I did not say anything to them but I said to myself, “If it is hard for them, how it is going to be for me since English is my third language.” But I didn’t let it bother me because since I came from Cape Verde, I had been dealing with struggles. I had problems learning English, building a relationship with my new family and adapting to new environment. Three years ago, there was one day that I was so mad and I was complaining about my homework because it was so hard to understand, my dad came up to me and said, “you’re very lucky to go to school, to get the chance to learn English.” He continued, “when I came from Cape Verde, I tried to go to school but I ended up quitting it because I had to work two jobs to be able to survive because I had no one to provide for me but you don’t have to work. I work for you every single day so you can get take advantage of every opportunity.” I stopped complaining since then. I realized that my dad

I breathed in the after rain smell. It must have rained the night before but I hadn’t seen it so I wasn’t aware that it would be wet. As I strolled onto the sidewalk and began my route to school I stomped on the wet, fallen leaves. I walked about a half mile each day to get to Florence Nightingale High school , or as I liked to call it, my daily prison. It was a good high school but it was still a high school. The usual American high school is full of people who are unsure of themselves and because of their un-surety, they feel the need to others down. Now take those people and add in an over-confident deaf girl into the mix and that's my every day. I am extra isolated but that’s fine by me. I really don’t care what they say about me. It's not like I can hear it

I am part of a family that is full of love and happiness and that gives me the necessary support in all my problems; I am the result of my physical and moral education; Also the set of my defects, which make me sometimes want to overshadow my

Having faced nothing but exploitation, I continued embracing the mess you are. Despite losing myself in the process of your growth and success, I continued providing you the elements needed for your survival. Whether it is the rich fragrance of roses floating in the spring air while a horde of dandelions litters the fields or the golden globe splashing its beams onto the surface of the seas. Whether it be the soft, crumbling furrows of soil growing vegetables or the transparent blood trickling down the cold glass of water on a warm evening...I continued provided these for you.

Raised in a household of 3 other guys, by a wonderful lady by the name of Annie. I wasn’t raised in the best of ways and nothing came our way easy. We came from having nothing, no decent clothing, no healthy meal, no transportation, which cause little minor problems at school .Going to school i felt like an outcast. Reminding me of a story written by David Sedaris called “Me Talk Pretty”. She felt so different from the other classmates to where she felt left out. Moms was always working or out gambling and we were home with no money to purchase things we needed to get through the day. we didn't even have enough money to get a haircut from the barber college, which resigned on the second block down from our street. So i started cutting my brothers hair, as well as my own.

My life isn’t the most normal situation since I don’t have anyone but my parents out here in Arizona with me, but it’s definitely not completely crazy either. I try not to let home life interfere with school, so I’m not going to write much about it in this letter. I’ve said before though, I have a family member dealing with some serious medical issues, and I hope it’ll never interfere with my work, but I’ll be sure to let you know if something has happened and it’s affected my school schedule/work. It wasn’t too long ago when this happened, but a very difficult moment for me in my life happened at home in July. I had just gotten back from Chicago, and it was a very weird travelling summer overall, but my dad left just a couple days after I got back, leaving me stuck with my mom and my uncle who is staying with us for a couple of months. He is a painter and so is his older brother, he went back to Chicago for a week and a half because his had work for him. My uncle, my dad's younger brother, and I don't really get along because he likes to bother me by standing in my room doing nothing or mess with my animals. My mom got sick after my dad left so I had to take the adult role of the house, nothing I'm not already used to, but it was very stressful for me because I don't have good patience. Since my dad wasn't home, I was getting frustrated way more easily than normal because I knew I didn’t want to have any problems escalate or not be able to enjoy myself. That caused me to get really flustered and I'd get angry at my mom not listening to me to lie down and get rest since she was sick along with having to watch my uncle to keep him out of trouble too. I ended up getting through it all fine in the end nonetheless I was stoked to have my dad back at home when he returned. Usually I can handle watching the house a lot better, but my uncle wears on me a lot. I ended up learning that getting frustrated wasn't the best way to

With shaking hands, I allowed the pair of grey scissors I had sharpened multiple times to slip through my hands, and away from my wrists, letting it lay widespread on my bed like a soaring bird. With just around a week of school left, a list with all the students who had straight “A’s” for all three years had been posted -- and I was not included. When my parents found out, they looked so disappointed, like they were ashamed that I was their child and the fact that I was even living under their roof. Burying my head into my hands and curling into a ball, I cried myself to sleep feeling ashamed and worthless, while wondering when I would be able to escape from the pain and unwillingness to live that I had felt since I was 12 years old. I had never revealed my struggles to others and was afraid that if I did, I would be abandoned for my differences, and left alone

Hey sorry for kind of being rude to you earlier I didn't really try on the thing we had to do and foundations because I was raising my hand for about 10 minutes and nobody was helping me, so I want to say sorry for being rude to you as I was so my story I guess is my parents split up how is really hard another one is I wasn't allowed to see my dad for a while because of something that happened between me and my cousin and I wasn't supposed to say, my cousin and then my dad told me 2 forgive and forget and then my cousin when he was spending the night he tried to climb with my letter and try again so see my dad for a while because he let my cousin's for the night, and he let me be in that situation another one is when I was getting bullied

I loved going to school. But when I started third grade all of that changed. As I came home one afternoon I walk into an awkwardly silent room. My mom sat there on the couch. She patted the couch and told me to sit down. After I sat down she explained to me that my teacher had called and informed her that I would need to be tutored because I just wasn't learning as fast as the other kids in my class. I was devastated. Every Tuesday and Thursday I would stay after school in a dull, plain room with another teacher. On that Tuesday I watched out the window as all my friends were able to go into the perfect weather and start their bus ride home. My tutor ,who was a fourth grade teacher at my school, walked in with joy, excitement and eagerness. Every Tuesday and Thursday she’d help me improve. In just a short

Cn and Cn parents was present during session. Cn participated in discussion by sharing the things that she need to work on with new assigned Th. Cn engaged in processing with help of Th and Cn parents. Th will work with Tabitha to develop self-awareness of affective states.

I am typing this essay to explain something about me and it's not much but overall I’m usually quiet and I didn’t really like to talk and I didn’t really have any friends, when I started high school, I didn’t know how to make friends and I never really was a social person, like I did have friends but only a few friends and I never really talked, when I’m with my family I talk a lot and I would spend lots of time with my family and I was really close to my family like I talked to them and I usually would go see my dad’s side of family, I spent lots of time with them but my grandma was sick so I would go see her and visit her every once awhile because my dad would invite us over like we would watch football with them and we would go to movies with my dad like The Man of Steel and World War Z, including Transformers I spent a lot of time at my grandma’s house but that all changed after a while.

Everyday I drag my feet across the floor to school and back home, a never ending cycle. But, every time I step into this place which I call home, I feel the weight of my parents expectations crush me. I feel my smile slowly start to fade away, I feel my happy self slowly start to disappear. My father’s voice starts to ring in my head, “Kathleen, you need to study harder, get into a good college. Look at all your friends the people surrounding you, they’re all better than you.” I drag my feet up the stairs, my parents, they want me to that perfect child. That perfect child that understands everything, that perfect child that places first in every violin competition, that perfect child who gets straight A’s every quarter. In my parent's mind,

how have you been son, I expect you are a important person,not like I was it, I wrote this letter to give some advice to not be like me. I desire you to complete the school and progress to college. I expect you are doing now something greatfull for you life, like play any sports or be in a subject club l. but not be in the streets selling drugs or stealing. don't let the money take you to that vice,if one of your friends doing bad stuff move apart from them or people who mortified you. I tell you this from my experience because "it's easy to enter but difficult to get out" look where I am now in jail spending my life because I had bad lifestyle in my pass been in the streets you always going to pay what you even if didn't like me, I don't kill

I heard countless horrible remarks about myself but I was especially hurt when she said my parents shouldn’t have allowed me or as she said, ‘that heavy burden’ to come into this world at all. I was a second grader but I wasn’t stupid. I understood that she didn’t like me and didn’t want me to be born at all even though I didn’t know the reason back then Now I know, it’s because I am a girl. In the end, I decided not to tell my Mom about my school incident I didn’t want to cause more stress than what I was already was causing them. After that day, I decided to grow out my hair to a crazy length and wear ‘girly’ clothes so that appearance-wise, no one could call me a boy, but I swore to act like a boy so that I could make my grandma happy so that she would stop pestering my parents and avoid quarrels. I decided to become a stranger to myself while seeking for happiness.