Poem Titled 'Chapter 15: No Excuse'

My background goes from the island of Puerto Rico, to the country of El Salvador. As I get more in detail of my family you will discover we are not your average “Brady Bunch”. Were quite the opposite, even though I am beyond blessed with the family I have been given, we are as screwed up as they come. It was my first day of kindergarten when I came home to find out my parents were separating and getting a divorce. My life went into a tailspin. Growing up my father was always part of the picture financially. He was always a pay check at the beginning of the month. He was never there for what I felt were important life moments. As the years were to come my mom took care of my brothers and I. My brothers who were angry with my father lashed out by getting involved with the wrong crowds, and drugs. The weight of the family of fell on Victor. There were several factors that majorly effected my life. One of them being I was molested at the age of eight. So I went to very dark place. My parents were divorced, my brothers were giving my mother more than she imagined, and then I was molested. My childhood was robbed from me, it

William Stafford incorporates personification into his poem, Fifteen, to support the deeper message, coming of age. Personification is used in Fifteen to show the coming of age within the narrator, who is fifteen years old. During his daydream, the narrator says, "On the bridge we indulged a forward feeling, a tremble. I was fifteen" (line 14). The narrator looks at the motorcycle as a companion and refers to them as "we" to show that it affects him as if it were human. Enhancing the meaning of the poem, coming of age, is how the motorcycle and the speaker support each other on this bridge, a symbol for the time between childhood and adulthood. They are experiencing a forward feeling and a tremble, showing the narrator is ready to mature with

From here on out, my life changed forever. Not long after I moved in, things started to change. Jealousy, accusations, and anger kept me bound to the house, causing me to miss school. The amount that I saw my family kept decreasing and decreasing as time went on. Behind the fancy, perfect walls of this incredible house, was a secret nightmare. No one had any idea the pain behind my eyes and in my heart; not even my family. When the Bible says the devil comes in disguise…it is entirely true! The whole entire world around me, including myself, was fooled. I dropped out of high school because I was no longer allowed to go. The few times I saw my family I would tell them school and work was going wonderfully; which was a lie to cover up all the corruption of his family - that now had my loyalty because of fear. Once I turned 18, I never saw my family or friends. Everything I once loved was ripped away from my grasp. I questioned whether God was even with me still or not. Going from bad to worse, in 2013, I was trafficked in Mexico. I knew that this would be my death. I would never get the chance to tell my mom how much I loved her. All the dreams and hopes I held onto since I was young faded

Fifteen is a poem that was written by William Stafford about a story that happened while he was fifteen. A quick summary for the story is , there was a fifteen year old boy. He found a motorcycle running on its side in the grass. The rider had crashed and had fallen off the motorcycle and off the bridge.

Everyone has a past either good or bad and they’re the ones that decide how they are going to use it. I’ve always been so fascinated with people’s personal stories because I think our past, where we came from and what we have been through has a big impact on how we live our lives. My story is a unique one, I grew up in Haiti and I mostly remember about all the insecurity problems there, being scared that my parents got killed on their way back home from work, or me and my brother getting kidnapped one day. My story is different from everyone else’s, no one can tell it better than I can; but all of us at one point have experienced something in common and finding this person or this group of people

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

I'd like to start this little "journal" off that my friend is making me do with this. I am not a happy story. In no way will this be a great story with a happy ending for me. For whomever may find this one day do not feel sorrow for the person I am. I was created from pity and sorrow. I also do not want you to go off and hold my story in your heart and break down everyday due to you trying to carry my emotional burden. Now, this is the story of Jeremy Dunlead, the story of me. I was born with a what seamed to be a curse on me. My mother died as soon as I came out womb. My father remarried when I was around the age of two. However they didn't last. After they divorced my father became a heavy drinker. He always tried

Just because you don’t want your personal story to be what people will judge you by doesn’t mean that it is the end of the world; there are ways for you to change your personal story. Ross McCammon talks about faking your personal story in “Faking It Right”

Thus so, I came to a revelation one evening whilst pondering my own existence. I have no real control of time. The past is unchangeable and the future equally uncontrollable. I have power over the present, but the present with every second that passes. What am I supposed to do about that? I can’t fight the natural passage of time! As much as this upsets me, it lead to my making unspoken promise to myself that I’m going to grow up and be better. I’m a firm believer in self-improvement, and although no one is perfect, I’m still running that course. There will come a day when I have to stop running away from my issues. I hope that there will also be a day when I’m at peace with that.

I read this quote about halfway through the semester, and it got me thinking. Why do people put little to no effort into something that’s going to enhance their abilities for the future. This year I learned that I have to be careful how I tread in my field of snow. Now that I’m a junior about to be a senior, my future is staring me right in the face. Everyday I think about how my actions today are going to effect tomorrow. I never use to think like this, in the beginning of the year I took advantage of my time, I didn’t think ahead. After this year, it opened my eyes and my mind. I had a bunch of teachers constantly talking

In the Washington Post article: The Real Reasons You Procrastinate, Swanson tells us, psychologists believe in a concept called the “present and future self.” It’s basically the idea that even though we know we are the same

Due to economic circumstances and my father's alcohol abuse, my family suffered from family problems and emotional pain. My father would come home drunk and argue with my mother about our economic circumstances. I was too young to understand what was occurring between my parents and I grew up believing that this was the typical family. I remember a specific occasion when my dad came home and he said that he was tired of us. He left my mom with my three siblings and I without money and anywhere to go. This situation terrified me and caused me to focus in school to forget about my personal problems. I could not understand how my father could leave us and not care for us. We then lived in someone's garage because we could not afford a home. Throughout

Anyone could have had a rough life just like mine, having divorced parents and soon having a new mother to look after you. But all stories have a twist to them, my parents met in the army. Currently I haven't been born yet, until February 4th, 1999, I was born and raised for a while with my parents. Dating far back as I can, I remember the fighting that took place in a apartment complex, both my parents pulling me side to side across the house. Everything my dad had like his credit cards were stolen and used for my mother's own uses, ruining his credit for life, he now cannot buy himself nice things. Fading back once more, I remember the moving and hiding from cops because my mother stole one more thing more important to my dad than money itself, me.

There’s a lot we can learn from the stories of our past – if we tell them in such way that enables us to hear what they really have to say. This holds true with me and my life. To put it simply, the life I’ve lived up to this point has been nothing short of a beautiful (and bumpy) roller coaster ride! As I have grown up there have been many factors that have influenced me to take on or do certain things. These things, plus some of my individual choices, have contributed into what’s made me who I am today. And with that, I’m happy to say for this moment in time, I’m satisfied with the person I am and the path I’m taking.