Nine years ago on December 4, 2013, approximately 3:12 pm, a truck three times the size of the small car crashed into the oncoming vehicle. This happened on a highway intersection in New York on a sunny, cold morning. One of the passengers, a girl at the age of 11, suffered the greatest out of the two other people included in the accident. That girl was me, Sawako Yori. After the accident that left me partially blind my life changed to a whole different level. To be honest at the age of 11, I never expected this to happen to me. There was nothing to look forward to anymore. Just blurred up shapes, blobs of color connected to each other, dark spots and light spots. During the first few nights at the hospital, I remembered crying for hours, until my eyes would burn. I didn 't want to accept the fact that I was partially blind, but reality was not agreeable.
Once I got discharged from the hospital, I noticed that I had lost a lot of weight. I stayed in my bed all day, barely ate and when I did, I would throw it up a few minutes after - my stomach just as lost as my thoughts.
Changing schools was another obstacle in my path. I was going to be transferred to a special school made for blind children in junior high, which was Springfield School for the Blind. I was going to stay there until 8th grade and from there I would enter a regular public high school. One important fact I noticed was that my friends from my old school never visited me after I got into the accident.
Before the first grade, we moved around a few times before ending up here in Sylvania. As a child, both my parents worked full time jobs and I was always at after school day cares or at my grandparents houses, never really got to spend a lot of time with friends or was able to socialize with many people. So growing up most of my time was spent with my brother and I thought nothing of it. As I grew up I began to realize that I had become stuck in some bad habits. My brother and I weren't asked to help around the house much but when we were we never listened. But to my surprise there were no consequences for our disobedience. At the time I thought I had it good. Around the time I got too middle school I began to realize the problem. I began
Growing up is something that everyone goes through. As one grows older they feel differently about growing up. A young kid wants to grow up and going out into the real world, then that same kid grows up a bit and faces the reality of life and doesn’t want to grow old, but instead wants to go back, the last phase is just accepting the fact that this is happening no matter what.
I have always played the same three sports in elementary school, baseball, soccer and basketball but the summer before 7th grade I wanted the try something new and play football but because I didn't know much about it I was having a hard time deciding if I was going to play or not. But When football season came around i signed up.
A few months after Shayla was born my family decided to move to Canal Winchester. This was a big deal because moving means a new school. The next school year Desiree, James, and I were going to Tussing Elementary. We went there for a year and while I was there I was able to make dean’s list. The following year we were moved to Pickerington Elementary due to Tussing being overcrowded. After 4th grade I went to Diley Middle School, and while I was there I was able to have a spectacular time at Outdoor Edu. Before the school year was up my family moved to Reynoldsburg. When the school year was about to start I learned that I was going to be going to Lakeview Junior high instead of Ridgeview. The transition was much harder for me this time than
I was going to Brentwood Middle School when I got the news. I was just starting to find my friend group. Then I was told I would be transferring to a new group of schools. I would be moving 20 minutes down the road into a little town called Nolensville. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I would have to transfer schools again after I finished my freshman year. During my sophomore year of high school, I began at Nolensville. This school and town have changed me in ways I never thought it would.
In December of my freshman year, we moved into town and I transferred from Alisal High School to Everett Alvarez High School. I was confronted with a significant challenge that tested my ability to adapt to a new environment. The move had social and academic implications that I have confronted and gradually overcome. I know today that I am a better person for having gone through this challenge and that I am a resilient young woman. I am very proud to have overcome this challenge and now I am surrounded by great friends and have improved academically.
The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no
“In order to get to know everyone, I’d like you all to go around the circle and say your name and an interesting fact that no one knows about you.”
“The hardest part about growing up is letting go of what you were used to, and moving on with something you’re not.” Growing up can be fantastic. Growing up can also be scary. Many people do it on their own time. Others must do it quickly. Some have a nurturing family and a wonderful environment in which to do this. Others still are not as fortunate. The point is that everyone’s situation is different, unique. No matter how similar one situation may seem from another there are countless other things that affect how a child might grow up. One’s own life may seem perfect to those on the outside looking in when in reality, there could be a constant struggle that is known to few or even none. For myself, growing up was something that had to
From 8th grade to 9th grade I’ve changed dramatically. I had pimples on my face, very long hair which made me look like a porcupine, and dressed unique. I was in a lot of drama and fights, but I didn’t mean any of that I was just sensitive. People thought I was a creep, yet I became everyone’s best friend. 9th grade is the best year for me especially since I got to meet new people. I changed my style in 9th, I got a buzz cut, I started wearing shirts that actually looked like it fits me, and pants that didn’t fall. I became a big sneaker head about Jordan’s, and started listening to artist I hated before in 8th.
Fast forward to the track state meet eighth grade year. As I said before success can be a really tough thing to handle. I had gone through an up and down phase after cross country season ended. I didn’t go to practice, I started to not care as much about school and I was acting the completely opposite of the person I was before. After the upset at the state meet, I just didn’t seem to care anymore. I just focused on getting by the rest of the school year but it just didn’t work. My coaches convinced me to keep going they brought me in and had a talk with me. I still remember that day with my coach, Coach H. He was a really important person to me and had grown on me so much. He cared about his athletes like they were his own children. I sat
As a child we are always asked, “ What do you want to be when you grow up?” I just never really knew how to answer that. I always had a love for sports and taking care of others. I went back and forth and just never could decide what to do, then of course life gets busy and school got put on the back burner. I knew I wanted a career and not just a job, something I would love to do and not just the daily grind. My husband and I prayed for God to lead us in a direction that would work for us and our family. Of course God’s plan might be different then yours.
Unlike most kids, I could not be eager to see my old friends again. I was starting secondary school at a high school where I was far away from my grade school friends. This proved to be quite difficult and nerve-wracking because it meant starting all over again. Ever since I was a kid, I have had unusual school transitions. To be more specific, I moved from a school
My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.
Throughout the years you would never figure out how a kid would end up growing up to be. You don’t know if they are going to be good or bad but you always hope for the best, you never want them to get bullied or feel any pain. All you want is happiness for your kid and no worries. Nobody’s life is a fairytale and many people from reality shows lifes aren’t the real ones they put up with on a daily basis a but let me take you through my journey.