Personal Narrative: Why He Wasn T I?

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

Everyone has a story of how great an astonishing their life has come to be like getting a chance to travel the world, getting awards being popular, or even helping out in the community. Well, to be honest, that's not me and this is my story. My name Rebecca Alexandra Gomez I arrived into this world on October 7, 1998 around 11:25 AM at the Humber River regional hospital in Toronto. I lived in Toronto for about three years of my life than from there I moved to Brampton. I was raised by my beautiful parents Lorena Gomez and Guillermo Gomez I have two older siblings Tatiana Gomez Who is currently 24 years old and my brother Christopher Gomez who is 22 years old growing up I can say that my childhood was a very special moment

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

After my mother's head was blown off, her body axed nearly in two, people in Kinnakee wondered whether she'd been a whore. At first they wondered, then they assumed, then it became a loose jingle of fact. Cars had been seen at the house at strange times of night, people said. She looked at men the way a whore would. In these situations, Vern Evelee always remarked that she should have sold her planted in '83, as if that was proof she was prostituting herself.

I have two major obstacles that I have overcome in my last three years of school. My first major obstacle is being able to graduate early, I’ll be the first student at Sheyenne to graduate in three years instead of four. It took a lot of hard work and focus, but with the help that I got from my teachers, I was able to do what I needed. I did two summers of summer school, and worked really hard on completing my all my history online. My second obstacle is getting my CNA licenses. It took a very long time, because I have a lot of testing anxiety. The two years I took getting my license was worth it all in the end, because I got to learn and practice new information. During the process I did give up on myself because I couldn’t pass the test,

    We are told from the time that we are young to take responsibility for our actions, but there are some kids out there that blame their responsibilities on others. Even though they don’t want to take responsibility for their actions someone else has to take responsibility. When being able to be part of the stories you learn things that you wouldn’t ever be able to learn without being part of it. I have learned things the hard way just to find out that I shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place. Here are some thing that I learned from this situation.

Continental Gator Skins humming on the midnight asphalt, under a full moon sky, and enjoying unusually mild winter weather, to say the least, I heard a line out of one of my favorite movies (Dances with Wolves) spoken by an irritating mule skinner. Why don’t he write?

My struggles began my first academic year in the fall of 2014. The course I enrolled in was a seminar course, that was led by an adjunct professor. Problems surfaced when the professor actions were less than professional on more than one occasion. On one event, she separated the immigrant/ minorities students from the rest of the class, to discuss our shortcoming as writers. We were informed that our poor writing was affecting us in class and in our practicum placement. The line of questioning and statements made by the professor was inappropriate as they concern our cultural background and our time in the country. Attempting to advocate for myself, the professor was notified that the issue had not been brought to my attention by my field instructor and my grade in the class did not reflect such statements.

I’m not going to lie, when Overruled was brought to my attention I was expecting some sort of Cop game or Lawyer game, like Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, but what I got instead was a boring, half assed game that failed to entertain me for more than 1 hour.

“Now don’t worry. This won’t be on your permanent record or anything, we just needed to address it. Oh, but you won’t be getting any credit for the assignment,” the science supervisor said.

The sky was a luscious mixture of oranges, pinks, and blues as the sun set beyond the city and behind the mountains. Smoke rose from the tall city, ashes of buildings and dead bodies rising into the air.

The clouds of mist rolling over me like a blanket I am breathing so hard it feels like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. Then, out of nowhere rough,rough,rough! Well that’s how it all started for me on this insanely horrific weekend.

Has someone ever just asked what was wrong out of the blue? Well imagine being asked that by strangers who just happened to walk your way. I always would answer with “nothing” or “just a bad day.” In the back of my head I would think to my self “ I don’t know what’s wrong.” Being asked through out the day “are you sick?” Or “did you sleep at all?” I would get tiered of answering and just smile and node my head. I didn’t talk about my feeling much; I would just focus on the problems of others. Not because I was interested but it keep me from opening up to them. I just didn’t know what I felt. There was one place I felt happy, in where I could pour my heart out without being judge. My drawings, my doodles; with every single drawing I could express so many feelings on portraits of pretty faces; But that too just stop comforting me. I felt so alone. Since I had a pessimistic view on life I though I had no one to count on. Later I realize I wasn’t on my own, I had people that I could ask for help.

In that moment I thought it was all over. I was in a battle with my best friend, one I knew I would eventually lose. When my basketball coach initially uttered the words implying that we had to fight for the starting point guard position I knew she was already one step ahead of me. She had the skill, but I was still willing to work for the spot. After that confrontation we each got a chance to start a game to show our coach what we could do. I was up first, it was a game that we were expected to win, a game that came with a lot of pressure. I choked. We almost lost. I couldn’t keep possession of the ball, I was shaking, and I wanted to completely give up. I finished the game only to hear from my coach that I won’t see the floor as much as