The New Me vs the Old Me

It all started from the end of my middle school to the beginning of high school. There I was, being a rebellious child. I would always come to school late which later then turned into a bad habit of mine. It progressed from being late to school to just not going to school at all. During those years where I was not taking my education serious and just acting out, I was struggling with how I was setting priorities for myself.

My story is not something new or one that has never been told before, but it

Writing about myself, is honestly the hardest thing anyone has ever asked me to do. My life has been filled with great opportunities; I have been able to see parts of the world; and meet some interesting people along the way. In doing so, seeing the world has given me a great perspective on myself, it

I had and till this day have maintained a perfect clean discipline record. My priority was always school until i started High School. High School has been rough for me, not because of the kids or people in my school but because of life situations that have surpassed my life . I remember waking up in the mornings ready to learn but concentration was nearly impossible for me, especially in certain classes like science and mathematics. I have always been the girl who no matter what the situation is has maintained a smile and a positive attitude towards things. No one knew what was going on inside of me but i did because it had reflected in those classes in which all my concentration was necessary. I was confused and didn't know how to react to what was happening to me, i was scared to tell my parents and my desperation was just too much. Sophomore year continued the same until i joined my schools youth court program of which till this day i am a founding volunteer member. Youth court is a program that involved training youth like me to represent , defend and prosecute peers who have been

Growing up I didn't have a lot of time to read, I did not grow up in a stable environment for children to thrive. When I was in the third grade my life would take a drastic turn into a downward direction. My mother whom I loved so much changed drastically, started locking us out of the house. Doing any type of homework was impossible to accomplish when you are stranded outside. Later that year my parents got a divorce. There was constant turmoil; my mother was now living with a man that would later become my stepfather. Their relationship was very toxic; at first my stepfather seemed charming, we traveled to places we have never been to before. After a couple of years, things changed, they couldn't manage their finances and we were constantly

I moved to south east corner of Georgia in little ole Waycross. You probably don't know where that is but imagine dirt roads, mud, bad weather, and alligators and that's where i moved to. I was enrolled in Williams Heights Elementary School and placed in Mrs. Rodgers class but my trouble making days weren't over. I always was messing with my teacher by erasing what she had written on the board or just being defiant. I was so bad that one day i decided to start a food fight in lunch by launching milk cartons like mortars. This sparked the immediate retaliation of the opposing table and since i threw the first milk carton i was the one who got in trouble. When I went to the Principal's office the principal said

However, it is important to be aware that life-story work could potentially cause distress to an individual as it may bring back memories of unpleasant or disturbing life events. Processes to guide practice

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

I will be writing about the time when my parents disowned me because of their religious faith after I ran away from home after my 28th birthday.

I did not know anybody. The closest person that I knew was a six hour drive away, not even in the same state as me. The day that I moved to Texas was the day that I left my sense of security behind – everything I had ever known was taken from me, and having no say in this discouraged and frustrated me. Being part of an expat family accustomed me to moving, but this time it was different. The transition from living in Qatar to living in Texas physically and mentally exhausted me, but, with the right skills and resources, I was eventually able to overcome it.

Across the state of Texas in July 2016, children in foster care numbered at about 16,000, and 12,000 of these children had been in the foster care system for at least a year.4 During the same year, the Dallas News reported a foster care crisis in Texas with an excess of children in need of care and a limited amount of places in which these children could receive care.3 Foster care children in need of homes sometimes must spend nights in the offices of Child Protective Services before they can find a safe place to stay.3

Born and raised in Texas, i lived with both my parents. The most important move

Someone’s life background can often be destructive, or it can empower a person to find a way out and end up helping others who have walked an analogous pathway. I came from an eminently dysfunctional family where at the age of four I was left at home alone, overnight. Scared and alone, I awoke from a bad dream, and went outside to find my parents nowhere to be seen. Having no idea where my parents were, the next door neighbor called the police. For which, I was taken by the police only to be returned to my neglectful parents the next day. At age ten my parents became verbally, mentally, and emotionally abusive, for which the school personelle and counselors all

Some of the events that had help shape me into the person that I’m today is of me and my family always going places. Most of the time we would go to the beach or hiking. I was told by my sisters that one time when we were walking up a hill that my older sister corina had slipped and rolled into some mud and was covered from head to toe in it. Another event that shaped me into the person that I’m today is when my sister passed away and most of my sister we're not on good terms with her. So when she passed away my sisters had a lot of regrets about not being aboul to apologise to her. That me that you should never treat someone badly

I was in trouble. I had broken the urinal. First I got suspended by the principle for 2 days. Sure not going to school is fun but I had to work outside all day as punishment. I was also sure that it would go on my record so I was sad about that. Secondly i got a ticket . If you did not know tickets are very expensive. I was going to have to work off that bill. Finally I had to go to court. It was 240$ which is a lot but what could i do. That is how I got in trouble in 8th grade.