The Life Of A Mother 's Womb

The transition from elementary into middle school was tough, in fact I did not do well the first semester of that year. During these school years was unbeliebable the amount of people I met, especially my best friend. We used to play soccer a lot and ride bicycle all day long. Unfotunally, within those cheerful years my brother came to the US, which at the time felt like the worst thing that could've happened to me.

It felt a little like I was back outside again, my lava tears streaking down my cheeks, making my tear ducts sting. The room closed in on me and my eyes scanned the space from left to right, spinning and dancing across my mother’s concerned look. I can’t say I was angry, that I felt some predictable rage or crippling sadness. I just felt numb, untouched and untouchable. It was as if I was floating in the air, accompanied by the words my father just spoke, chasing each other around in some chaotic tornado, and yet everything around me was still. There was no feeling really, just reaching and grasping for something to be different, failing to comprehend.

I went to school, except this time with a funny feeling, knowing this was the last time I would ever see any of them. All my friends and other family, I wouldn’t be seeing for a long time. Then the day came. We all woke up early that morning. My mom helped me and my brothers pack our bags and get ready for the flight. As a family we made our way to the airport with a drive that felt like it took a million years. Finally, we reached the airports and I was ready to collapse in a seat and go right to sleep.

When I was 11 years old I had moved from San Diego, California to Mount Juliet, Tennessee. It was a difficult challenge to face. I had to leave my friends I have been with since 5 years old to a place I have only visited once before in my life. Also the Environment was completely different. I have made a major change moving here.

It was the first day of school for 6th grade and I was so nervous, I was scared of my first day in middle school. My brother was acting like it was not a big dill, but it was for me, my brother would not even listen to me and when he did he said things like, shut up you little brat, or move along retard. Then I went to my mom instead and she told me things like, it will be all right, nothing to worry about, your brother will watch you he is only in 8th grade. I was calming down but I was still very nervous because I

When I was about 11 years old I moved to Canton Michigan from Las Vegas Nevada. It was a dramatic change in my life. Not only is it quite a distance from Nevada. But there was also a different outcome that were made from the people to the weather and not being able to see my dad anymore.

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

My father finally spoke up and said abruptly, we are moving to California. I said what!. That answer moving to California, was almost equal to my uncle telling me "Your Sister Jackie is dead." I knew that my girlfriend, my anchor on earth was disappearing from my life. And now she was gone, 35 days after I lost my sister. My earth angle, I dreamed of being my wife was gone. I felt like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up, how could all this be happening to me. Despair sit like a stone in my stomach, like concrete boots dragging me toward what felt like my inevitable end. "I'm not going to make it. "I was in a state of melancholy depression.Laced with a fatal sense of my own wretchedness. I was fourteen years old and felt like I was

When we were little, we were raised by both parents and lived in our ranch in Reynosa, Mexico. It had our animals that we cared of. This life was very calm and all of our family came to visit us, we used to make barbecue every weekend, and we got together and had a great time at the ranch. I missed those days where you could party all night and nobody would mess with anybody.

In Frankenstein, the need to abnegate the maternal and fear of the womb seems to be an inherent, even subconscious, impetus behind the scientist’s choices. Matrophobia is evident throughout the Gothic where the maternal protector is usually absent; either deceased like Madame St. Aubert in The Mysteries of Udolpho or imprisoned like Louisa Bernini in A Sicilian Romance. The mothers that continue to be present in the narrative are usually oppressed, such as Hippolita in The Castle of Otranto, or deviant, as Laurina is in Zofloya, where she is ‘the primary cause’ of all the misfortune in the novel (Dacre 246). Frankenstein seems to share this desire to eliminate the maternal but disguises his impulses under the guise of rational thought and logic. For example, when Frankenstein decides not to fulfill his promise of making a companion female monster, he presents this as a rationalised decision, weighing up whether he has ‘a right’ to ‘inflict this curse’ upon humanity (174). However, a closer analysis of his reasoning reveals that Frankenstein is primarily preoccupied with the monstrous fertility of a female creature since, through her, ‘a race of devils would be propagated upon the earth’ (174). We might recall that when creating his male progeny, Frankenstein was not afraid of a ‘race’ or ‘new species’ since he was still the absolute creator (80). Although the creature has not mentioned offspring, Frankenstein does not have the actual power of the divine to restrict

I was going to be in the sixth grade all over again! It was difficult for me to see all of my new friends moving up to the seventh grade without me. It bugged me that I was two years older than all the other kids. It was embarrassing! Later on that summer, I received the news that my catholic school was closing down and that a new school was opening up at the same location. I found out that the new school was a decent School; I'd be attending that school in the next school year. It was a whole new school all over again, and I wasn't happy about that. I was furious, and I just shut down, the change was overwhelming for me to

The days of my life, in 6th grade, in school , I have no friends. Most of my friends don’t remember. Then one early Friday morning, I was happy, because I get to go on the weekends and relax, but I had to go through the bad stuff. When the supervisors open the doors, I got ran over by the kids. Then, kids at breakfast kept on taking my food to play basketball by throwing the food in the trash cans. Then my teacher for ELA and Social Studies move me to a new seat.

My life was flushed down the toilet I didn't want to move to California I was fine with staying in Austin, Texas but we had to move because of my parents’ job. I lived in a grey house in the middle of nowhere our backyard was in the forest, we haven't explored it yet. I lived with my mom,my Dad,my sister Julia,and my brother James. Julia and I were 12 and James was 6. Lucky for us me and Julia weren't separated from James yet I mean it was in the middle of the summer.

It is the first day of school, well it is for me because it’s my fourth day in the United States. Many of the students in the first grade classroom have been in class for a couple months. A teacher tries to make me feel better of the new surroundings, I have to face the school cafeteria for the first time and I make a lifelong friend. The two first experiences in school were tough, but I made a true friend on the fourth day in the country.

I woke up for school my first day my mom took me, I walked into the office to meet my new principal. I