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Alysha R. Ortiz refran


-what is your refran supposed to communicate?

a donde yo vivo y que yo gusta


-what are you espically happy about with your first draft?

yo lo hice


-what would you like to improve about your refran first draft?

tratar de limpiar lo que puede ser en una canción


- what was diffcult about writing your refran?

tratando de hacer una canción

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Refran- Johan sebastian rosaro

refrán : me llamo es rosaro:
            y el nombre de me pero es dinero


my refrán is short and it communicates with the listeners because it is simple and those are the only two things needed to know about myself "Roasaro" i am happy with the attractiveness of my refrán. it pulls listeners in and makes the song interesting. i would like to check the spelling and maybe make my refrán longer. the thing that was difficult about writing my refrán is thinking of the correct way to say what i want. 
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Bethany song refran

Uno lado un mi familia es grande.
Uno lado un mi familia es pequeña.
Tenemos vos alto pero sabemos oír otros.
Casi todo el mundo encuentran lo confuso.
Yo crecí con ellos.

The refrán is supposed to communicate that my family is loud and confusing but for me its normal.
I like that I was able to not feel as limited by the words I could choose from.
I would like to improve the flow of it so it would be easier to sing.
The difficult part was finding the right translation in the dictionary. 
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21/9: Ahorita

Soy de Filadelfia
La zoo de Filadelfia
Es mi zoo favorito
¡Sí, es mi vida!

Ir al zoo todas las dias
Es qué yo gusta
Es mi casa cierto
¡Sí, tú y yo!

My refrain shows of my love for the Philadelphia Zoo.

I am happiest with the choice of words that I used in my first draft.

I would like to improve the words that I used at the end of each line. My hope is for it to eventually rhyme.

The most difficult part was trying to find words that rhyme.
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Rugei & Mabintu

  • Share the first version of your refrán.
    • What is your refrán supposed to communicate?
    • What are you especially happy about with your first draft?
    • What would you like to improve about your refrán first draft?
    • What was difficult about writing your refrán?
  • Nosotros Africáno, más fuerte!
  • Nosotros  Africáno,más fuerte!
  • Nosotros  Africáno, Vamoso!
  • Africaaaaaaaaaa Nosotros Donte. Awooo!
  • Nosotros Africáno, ¿yo no oyes tu?
  • Nosotros Africáno, más fuerte!
  • Nosotros  Africáno,más fuerte!
  • Nosotrosl Africáno, Vamoso!

Nostroso
  • Share the first version of your refrán.
    • What is your refrán supposed to communicate?
    • What are you especially happy about with your first draft?
    • What would you like to improve about your refrán first draft?
    • What was difficult about writing your refrán?
  • Nosotros Africáno, más fuerte!
  • Nosotros  Africáno,más fuerte!
  • Nosotros  Africáno, Vamoso!
  • Africaaaaaaaaaa Nosotros Donte. Awooo!
  • Nosotros Africáno, ¿yo no oyes tu?
  • Nosotros Africáno, más fuerte!
  • Nosotros  Africáno,más fuerte!
  • Nosotrosl Africáno, Vamoso!
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Goldie Robins -Refrn

My Refrán:

Yo soy de Europa a los Estados Unidos
Yo soy de Pennsylvania
Soy del barrio de Filadelfia
Yo soy de.

​1) Where I come from. 
2)I am happy with having it done, and that I actually thought of one.
3) Go over to see if I made an grammar mistakes and to make sure it makes sense. 
4)It was hard to think about what to say, especially when you think in english then you don't know what to say in spanish. 
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Ahorita 9/21/11

Mi escuela es muy raro
Philadelphia tiene malo callea
poco es muy importante a me.

Me gusta monto mi bici.

    • What is your refrán supposed to communicate? 
      My refrán is suppose to communicate very small/brief information about me. 

    • What are you especially happy about with your first draft?
      Not too much.  I'm most likely going to edit, so instead of it being brief info, it has more meaning to it than that. 

    • What would you like to improve about your refrán first draft?
      Mostly everything. 

    • What was difficult about writing your refrán? 
      Finding exactly what to put into it. 
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Refrn

1. My refrain is supposed to tell about where I'm from.
2. I am especially happy that I got it done finally after sitting and thinking for forever.
3. I might have liked to make it rhyme or flow a bit better.
4. Thinking of what to say in it and trying to write it in general.
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Marina Pyfrom's Song

​fiesta de rock! 
De dónde vengo yo
Vamos 
2X


Its a fun song. I want the refrain to be easy and simple so my audience can sing too. My chorus will set the stage for the verses. 
Yes because it is catchy which means audience can quickly catch on and sing. 
Maybe add another line into. I haven't decided yet because I kind of like it the way it already is. 
Just trying to make the lines catchy especially in spanish and just making it flow throughout the song. 


Yo escucha sirenas de la policía.
sueños ser una bailarina.
Vivo con Mi mamá .
no drama
Ella es importante y muy elegante.
Mi casa es en Filadelphia

My first verse tells a little about where I'm from but goes in more about my mother. 
I like the first too lines because the rhyme scheme and also the message. 
I wanna take more about my mom and our relationship. So there will be more lines added. 
The most difficult part is answering the question in an intelligent Spanish 3 student way. Being that our vocabulary is limited we can not say what we want to make the song great. So we have to do the best we can and hope for the best.

Yo vengo de una familia.
Me gusta que mi familia es pequeña.
Tenemos una relacion buena.
Una vez al año hay reunión
Por que tradición.

My second first talks about my family and its characteristics.
I love my second verse because the message is perfect for the essential question and its rhymes successfully. 
I think I want to make this my first verse just because It answers the question more and just simply amazing.
I had no difficulty this verse because I let my mind wonder and did not pressure myself with the rhyming. It just came to my brain and I loved it so I used it.  
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Cecelia's (:

    • What is your refrán supposed to communicate? 
      - I was in a VERY lovey mood (: Communicating my lovey doveiness at a random moment.  I feel as if loving things is just my background. In my mind it's where I am from. 
    • What are you especially happy about with your first draft?
      - Not at all!!! lol i can only make songs like that when I am lovey. But when I am not I cannot continue the song. I was going to get into my family and love with them. BUT change of plans (:
    • What would you like to improve about your refrán first draft?
      - I would like to try and change the topic to something I can always write about rather than be a moment thing. 
    • What was difficult about writing your refrán? 
      - Just a tad. it's REALLY hard to remember how to conjugate everything and simple words. but None the less I will change my song topic to something a LOT more interesting... (:

      Me gusta que mama, 

      Usted el siente el mismo?

      Te amo papa, 

      Usted el siente el mismo?

      Tú  es el solo uno que puede me hacen sonreír.

      Yo no quiero…. perderte usted. 

      perderte usted. (:


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Becca Fenton's refrain

EL REFRÁN (escribe el refrán aquí):
Amor y familia es todos lo que nietecito
Nietecito yo nosotros muy malo
Yo amor nosotros
Yo lo hacer simepre


  • Share the first version of your refrán.
    • What is your refrán supposed to communicate? 
      How the most important things are to love your family and to have love in your life.
    • What are you especially happy about with your first draft?
      I am happy that the refrain isn't too long but it's long enough and  I feel like it shows the true purpose of our song.
    • What would you like to improve about your refrán first draft?
      I would like to maybe go over all the spelling and tenses because I feel like we may have had some errors.
    • What was difficult about writing your refrán? 
      It was difficult because I have never written a song in spanish before and it was a new challenge. 
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Leonardo-Alejandro ... Santiago (J. Pullins): El Refrn

​El refrán para la cancion:

Infinito,
¿Dónde comienza?,
Infinito,
¿Por dónde empezar?



*What is your refrán supposed to communicate?

The refrán is supposed to state where I am now and how I got there with who and where I'm from.

*What are you especially happy about your first draft?

Nothing yet; I wrote this first draft with the full intention of eventually changing it completely.

*What would you like to improve about your refrán first draft?
I'd like to include more metaphors and symbolism; I think the songwriting won't be very good without it.


*What was difficult about writing your refrán?
I think the difficult part of writing the refrán was trying to write something that sounds very cool, catchy, and original.


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First version

Yo vivo en el silencio
Pero hablan
La cuidad hablan
Yo vengo de felicidad y sonrisas.
Muchos extraños personas creas mi vida
¡Mi vida es maravillosa!
Vivo en el ciudad del amor fraternal.
Vivo en el ciudad de la calma, los jovenes, los viejos, el ciudad
De Filadefia.


1. My refrán is supposed to communicate the basics of where my group and I came from.

2. The fact that with all of our individual refráns we create a story of our backgrounds.

3. It would probably be better if each sentence could flow together and there weren't long sentences.

4. It was hard to really figure out where I'm from since I've lived in so many places, so it was really tough to put where I'm from down in a few sentences when I'm still trying to figure that out for myself.
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maddie walls refrn

Soy de Filadelfia,
casa de mi familia.
Me encanta esta ciudad,
im am del amor

no importa si me voy
i siempre será de Filadelfia.
se aparte de mí.


1. that im from philadelphia and i love it

2. that i finished it and its in spanish and goes together.

3. i would like to have it maybe sound better out loud

4. everything i didn't know what so write i dont like writing songs especially in spanish. 
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Basilio (N. Manton): EL Refrn

Yo vivo en el silencio
Pero hablan
La cuidad hablan
Yo vengo de felicidad y sonrisas.
Muchos extraños personas creas mi vida
¡Mi vida es maravillosa!
Vivo en el ciudad del amor fraternal.
Vivo en el ciudad de la calma, los jovenes, los viejos, el ciudad
De Filadefia.

1. My refrain is supposed to show the many different things in which we live in.

2. I am happy with how diverse our refrains were, but they still had a little flow to them.

3. I would like to make it flow together better.

4. It was difficult to write where I'm from without being boring.
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Anita Patterson - Refran

Refran: Vengo de Venezuela y yo vengo de Pensilvana ahora estamos junta cantando de Roxborough en donde vivimos. De día y de noche celebramos y cantamos se vaya. Ya..ya lo sabes todo en Roxborough todos son locos. Pero ahí tiempos que todos se cambian..silenció..oscuro..las calles vacías. Pero esto es Roxborough en donde vivimos.

  • Share the first version of your refrán.
    • What is your refrán supposed to communicate?
  • The refran shows what we do in Roxobrough.
    • What are you especially happy about with your first draft?
  • I like the flow.
    • What would you like to improve about your refrán first draft?
  • I would like to shorten it.
    • What was difficult about writing your refrán?
  • Keeping in tempo.

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Refrn

Amor y familia es todos lo que nietecito
Nietecito yo nosotros muy malo
Yo amor nosotros
Yo lo hacer simepre

  • What is your refrán supposed to communicate? 
    The refrán is supposed to say ho much I love my family and how much I need them. 
  • What are you especially happy about with your first draft?
    I'm happy that it makes sense and fits together. 
  • What would you like to improve about your refrán first draft?
    I would like to check to see if every word is in the correct spot and spelled right. 
  • What was difficult about writing your refrán? 
    Forming sentences is really really hard for me. 
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Refran

Estamos de dos uno cinco

Y mucho dinero

que vivimos, la respiración, y comer philly

porque esta es nuestra ciudad


Our chorus should communicate where we are from and what our city means to us. I am really happy that we actually came up with the chorus', so just in case we don't feel one of them, we can always us the other one, as long as it is approved by Srta. G. I would like to improve on the flow and rhythm to our chorus, the syllables make it hard to stay constant and keep the same tempo. The hardest part about writing the chorus was trying to make it rhyme, we didnt quite get there, but we are working on it. 
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Value Family

“Value family because they are not always going to be there forever.” Summer time, beginning of august, playing call of duty on the new zombie map, shangri la in my living room with the lights off so I can focus on the game while on the phone with my girlfriend. My dad walks in from work hard day at work and turns on the lights, “Hey dad how was your day at work” I said. He came home very happy for some reason, with his usual three laptop bag but I didn't bother to ask, I just sank back into my game. “ Busy as always son but i only have a couple more days until till my break,”

After an hour or so of playing my video games and speaking on the phone with my girlfriend I started to feel tired and that’s when I noticed something. There they were in the kitchen my mom, sisters and my dad were playing around very loudly with a Spanish accent. I felt a little left out and couldn't really hear them that well, But I wanted to be funny, so i said something to him “Dad why you acting so hype and loud,” my dad replied “What What ! I can acted how i feel because i do what i feel you know”  right after his reply I knew he was playing because he was still speaking in the accent, I told him, “ha ha i understand but you acting real weird” then he changed his accent to imitate Scarface and replied, “look listen to me, ever day until Friday when my vacation start I'm going to come with a different accent “I thought about what he said and the only thing i kept thinking was it’s Tuesday and I’m going to have to listen to his ridiculous act for another three day’s. but then i said my thoughts out loud “This is going to be funny” he heard me say that with no problems “What’s so funny about the way I act jermel” he said this with a female voice it was by far the funniest voice i ever heard. I just had nothing to say to that so i told him “ you know what you got it.” then he started to laugh and was like okay “I'm done that was to funny” Then he yelled “Who you talking to on the phone, Tiye”  everyone always knew i was talking to tiye on the phone because i was always on the phone with her. “ Yea” then he asked this question he always asked “ how do y’all talk on the phone so much and never get bored or anything.” i just replied the same way i do any other time. “ We just talk i don’t know” but then he changed the subject and told me to tell tiye something “Yo for real tell tiye she crazy” Then i pauses the game and asked him to repeat what he said. “She crazy if she messing with you” i laughed, unpaused the game and told tiye “ My dad said your crazy because your going out with me” she replied as she laughed, but she felt awkward and said “ Ummm okay” she said this fairly slow like she didn't know what to say. “ Dad she said okay” I'm guessing he didn’t hear me because he stayed talking to my sister. I just continued to play my game and talk to tiye.

My dad was talking about how he is so happy that his vacation is coming and i was happy too because really i don't get to see him that much because he work all the time. We was supposed to have a great vacation.But not everything goes as planned.

It’s been two day’s and with one blow everything changed. Again I’m on the phone with tiye playing around with her. “ I gotchu don’t speak no words to me good bye.” I hanged up the phone to mess with her but as soon as i hanged up the phone my mom call me in the kitchen. “ Jermel come here i need to talk to you” I’m nervous because when she say that i know it’s ether I'm in trouble or somethings wrong , but as soon as i walked i realized something was terribly wrong, my mom face had tears running down them and her face was down. She started to look up at me and i said “Mom What’s wrong?” with tears poring she said “ Uncle Rif passed away”  the feeling of a very strong punch to the heart but i didn’t cry. it was weird, i said to her “ Mom what happen” she just said real fast “He stop breathing” I just  hold her until she let go and she went in her room and i went to my room. When i went to my bed I Called her to talk to her. I really didn’t have anyone to talk to because everyone always tell me i have to be strong for other people even if I’m hurt, but she didn’t answer my call so i texted her and explained that i need to talk to her I wasn’t playing around. After i sent the texted her, I call again and she answered and i told her what happen.

Later on that day i was just in my room relaxing playing my PlayStation 3 and my cousin Aquil walk in With a 76ers Jersey on and basketball short. Aquil is my uncle rif  “Yo Mel-Mel wassup” He looked like he was 6’5 “Nothin playing call of duty as always man, but how you been, you good” “Yea I’m good chillin over grammy house, you should come over sometimes.” when he said that all i thought was ever time i go to grammy house i get in soo much trouble because i act so retarded over there. I Just replied “ I Will but you know my parent be drawlin all the time” I Guessed he believed me because he looked at me as if he understand exactly what I’m talking about then he just said “ True Cuz they do be drawlin all the time ha-ha but what’s up with you and all the Lady’s” I laughed in my head because he always trying to make a joke. “Man I Have a serious relationship right now don’t laugh at me ha” then he replied ”Man I'm not going to laugh I'm in one to and I’m enjoy it.” Then he look at the game and said “Come on cuz let me trash you in this real quick” He seemed okay but i knew he was feeling hurt and sad because his father just passed and i know if my father passed i would be hurt. At this time i had so much respect for him and i kinda looked up to him. One thing that always hurt me is to have to watch my family cry and be hurt, and for my cousin to a have to watch his 5 year old brother talk about “Daddy, Daddy, where is Daddy” And His little Sister that is 14 cry her heart out because her father will not be coming home anymore. I really don’t know how he Did it but he showed me a different part of him and i will never look at him the same.

By the Night i went to talk to my dad because he always told me how close uncle rif was to him. all i asked him “Are you he okay” and he just replied “yea man” but i really didn’t  have anything to say about it to him. i really was worried for him. but i didn’t know what to do.

After the funerals Day’s later. I Reflected on everything. Everyone knows that Men always have to be strong for the Woman, but I've learned that it’s not something you learn, it’s something that comes naturally. No Matter how hurt we are as men, we will always try to keep our feeling to our self.  I can say with being a male our job is to make sure everyone Else is okay and stay strong for females in our life. It comes natural like a habit but it is something we have to do and will always do.

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Love Them While You Can!

Just coming home from school, with the heaviest weight that has been placed on my heart in my life. Traveling with a whole marching band of my family with me, I didn’t understand why this was happening to me. My grandmother was my best friend and she was gone. It was no going back now.

I stepped in my house very eager because I couldn’t wait to go upstairs in my room and rest my brain. Instead I was greeted by all of my family members. I guess they expected me to be an emotional wreck. However, it was the complete opposite. I was expecting myself to flood Philadelphia with my tears, but my eyes were as dry as the Sahara desert. This was not healthy for me. I needed to let it out. I felt since everyone around me needed somebody to lean on, I had to be the strongest thirteen-year-old there was.


I sat down at my dining room table, frustrated with life. My sister approached me with her big brown eyes filled with water. I didn’t need that right then. I needed a break from everyone’s tears and heartbreak. Anybody could tell that I was tight-lipped because I needed to find out how to deal with my pain. However, I sucked it up and told my sister “What did grand mom always tell us to do when we felt like there was nothing left?” She was so hysterical she could barley answer, so she shrugged. My grandmother always told us to pray. I grabbed my sister’s hand very gently, and brought her over to the piece of art work (The Lord’s Supper). She looked at me and grinned.


My mother handled this situation better than I thought she would. I didn’t see her shed a tear. I did something I was very wary about because I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. I asked my mother why didn’t she cry when her mother died. She looked at me and said, “I had nothing to cry about.” She did everything right by her mother she stated. She felt that her brother and sisters were so emotional because when their mother was alive, they didn’t do everything for her that they were capable of doing. As a result of that, they felt guilty. I started to think how my aunts and uncle felt at this moment. I asked myself “If my mom died today, would I be pleased with how I treated her?” I couldn’t help but cry myself a river. In my eyes I treated my mother so poorly.


Waking up on Sunday mornings are complicated. I am always plotting a plan so it can keep me from going to church. Every Saturday night my mother tells me, “Get your clothes out Lex and be ready for church”. Then I say in my head, “Yea yea, I’m not going to be anywhere but my comfy bed”. Usually my excuses like “My tummy hurt mommy”, or “I’m so tired”, works on my mom. This Sunday morning, my mom was on something totally different.


I heard the creeks of my floor on this beautiful Sunday morning, and automatically thought “Get your game face on Lex”. I turned around peacefully and opened my eyes to my mother’s big round head and Chuckie look alike glasses from the Rugrats. She startled me, but I had to get back in character. I turned around and mumbled “Mom, my stomach hurts so I can’t go to church”. My mom said, “The heck you aren’t, I’m tired of your B.S Lex!” This came as a shock to me because I was use to the answer yes, not the two letter word that begins with the letter “N”.

My mom thought she had won but there is always a plan B in Lexus’s book. I figured maybe if I took forever, by the time my mom was ready to go, I wouldn’t be dressed and she would just leave me. I had another thing coming! My mom said, “Come on Lex!” I barely had any clothes on, so I yelled, “Mom are you kidding me… I barely have one leg in my pants”. She said, “Oh well whose fault is that, now come on”. I was almost devastated about this. I didn’t want people to see me at my worst in church. I know church is not supposed to be about showing off, it’s supposed to be about your worship time with the higher source. However, in my head first it’s about worshipping and second it’s a fashion show.


Getting in the car with my hair all over my head, no make-up, and no phone just seemed unreal to me. I was so appalled with the whole situation. I was furious with my mom. I dared my mom to ask me a question because she was definitely getting the silent treatment on this morning. I couldn’t let my mom tell that this was getting to me though because then she was going to feel that she won this war. I held my tears in that felt like they were trying to push out like a fifty-pound weights all the way to the church. Once we got to the church I finally snapped on my mother. I told her that she was a mean and horrible mother. I finally realized what I said and how much I hurt my mother’s feelings. My mom does everything in her power to take care of me and I don’t know what I would without her.


I don’t want to end up like my aunts and uncles. If my mom was to die today I would like to know that I did everything in my power to make her feel like she is the best mom in the world only because she is. I would be up to me head in guilt if she had died and I knew that I didn’t treat my mom with respect and expressed to her that I appreciated her.











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Families Are Like Rollercoasters

We were never the ‘socially accepted’ family. My parents were never married they only lived together long enough for it to be considered a common-law marriage. They met at a young age, my mom being 13 and my dad being 17. It wasn’t love at first sight it was hatred at first sight. Eventually, they grew to love each other, love each other enough to move into together. Loving each other enough to have a kid together, and  this is where I came in.
        My parents split up when I was 7 years old. I wasn’t very aware of the fact that they were arguing and upset with each other most of the time. I didn’t know that they couldn’t even talk to each other sometimes I felt so clueless. I was pretty certain that I knew everything that my parents did, but I obviously didn’t.
The day was like any other day it was just another day of second grade. A regular morning, everything was going great but there was a different feeling in the house. The house felt emptier. I walked into the kitchen and my mom is just standing there. My dad’s things packed in his bags. Finally, the tension broke; my mom and dad were splitting up.

“Dad and I need to talk to you about something,’ my mom said in a stern voice.

“Is it bad? Cause you seem sad.”

“You won’t be happy about it.”

“What is going on,” I ask cautiously.

“Your dad and I, we need to talk to you about something important.” My mom states firmly.

“What is it?’

“Your mom and I have been having some problems. Problems that aren’t getting ironed out,’ my dad says

        “What kind of problems,” I ask franticly.
        “Your dad and I aren’t getting along as well, as we use to.”

“WHAT? What does that even mean? You guys love each other and you are supposed to get along, perfectly.”

“Your dad and I are separating. He has to move out.”

“SEP-ER-ATING? What does that mean,” I state more confused than before.
        “Dakota, your mom and I aren’t getting along. We argue a lot more than is normal.”

“I’ve never seen you guys argue.”

Well, we have been so we decided to separate. This is for your own good; we want you to grow up happy in a healthy home,” my dad says.

“Okay, I guess,” I say in an unsatisfied voice.

I didn’t know what else to say, I didn’t know what to do. How was I supposed to go to school with this feeling in my stomach? I cried for as long as tears were still coming out of my eyes.

After my parents split, I use to lie to my friends or to anybody new I met. I didn’t want people to think I was in a broken home. I didn’t want people to think I was the reason why my parents split up. I never talked about my parents, never said anything about where I lived, or whom I lived with. For about 3 to 4 years, I never said anything about my parents or my home life.

I didn’t see my dad for a while, but when I did see him everything was different. My parents tried to work on getting along more just for me. They were getting good but I was still worried. The next thing I know we are going on vacation together. I never understood how a split up family could go on vacation. I swore my parents hated each other, I swore they never wanted to see each other again. I know they still loved me, but they didn’t love each other. How could they be together, at the shore for a week? I was scared for my dear life; I didn’t want to witness my parents getting into an argument. The drive to the shore was slow and full of anticipation I was just so excited to go to the shore, but in the back of my mind, my parents were always there. As the week went on, there weren’t any arguments; there weren’t any viscous looks at each other, just love. Everything was fine and dandy.

As I got older, life got better. My dad and my mom were getting along better. We went out to dinner together, to the movies together, and different places. We went to Longhorns together and everything was amazing. We were able to laugh and eat in peace. We tried each other’s food. Things became clear. My parents became closer because of me. If I did something amazing, like getting great grades, they were happy. If I did something horribly wrong, they both showed the same amount of disappoint in me.

On my 8th grade graduation, I went out to dinner with them. We ate with the whole family. Everybody was laughing, and getting along. Nobody argued all day, it was just like the vacation to the shore. I wished for more days like this, when we looked like a normal family. The conversation was loving and not disrespectful.

“Dakota, what are you going to do now? HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT,’ my dad yells in the middle of the restaurant.

“Hahahahahaha, Troy. Don’t pressure the girl, she is fresh outta middle school,’ my mom giggles.

“You guys are so weird,” I say in a loving voice.

“We are so proud of you, Dakota,” they state in the most loving voice.

I made it all the way to high school, with the grades. I knew everything that I needed to know. I graduated 8th grade on June 13th, I never failed any classes or was left back.  Just like any other married couple with a family, I had higher grades then some of than those kids. When I walked onto that stage, my parents gazed up at me, and then looked at each other. Right then, they knew and I knew. There wasn’t anything to every be ashamed of. They knew splitting up was better than me seeing people fight everyday or them holding it off. They knew that they raised me well. They were so proud of me and I was so proud of them. I rather am in a home with one parent, then being in a home with both parents who argue all the time.
        We are a normal family, no ifs ands or butts. My parents love me; they care for me it was always like this. I was just too young to understand. I thought a family had to be together, in the same house but I was wrong. We were able to have family events, see movies together, and go to dinner together. What was there to be ashamed of? My family was like any other family. I had nothing to hide; I didn’t realize that when I was younger. I thought your parents had to be together, but they don’t. I met more and more kids my age that had divorced parents I realized that things happen. Things change and sometimes the best thing to do is to split up.

Now, I am older and the problems aren’t arguments between them, but arguments with me. I wouldn’t want to talk to them because I felt like they wouldn’t listen to me. I felt like a kid and they were ganging up on me. Now, it was 2 against 1. Some days I didn’t want to talk to my dad or on other days I didn’t want to talk to my mom. It was just like if we all lived in the same house. I would see my dad every other weekend or during the week. I live with my mom and we got into arguments. We were still a family, just in different houses.

I never should’ve hid anything; I am proud of where I come from. People still give me dirty looks when they find out about my parents. Why? Because they are just jealous. Jealous of the fact that my family had a rollercoaster of a life, and it isn’t even over yet. Jealous that the rollercoaster isn’t even done yet, the hills will get higher and then downfall will get longer. Only my parents can keep me anchored to the rollercoaster seat.

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Descriptive Essay: Trust In Family

“Wake up wake up” The eagerness inside me filled as the smell of pine needles and a shinning sun rushed into my room. It was Christmas, I rushed down the stares eye wide as bus and in surprise to find out which of the big red shining boxes were mine. Almost slipping on the bottom step, my little body flung to the gift of my parents. Ripping into the boxes, not caring where the pieces would land, although opening the first present wasn’t my greatest joy. A Mature and well living elder woman, crept down our stairs, to see her grand children, and watched me open her gifts. One of the only times I see her is during the Christmas. She greeted me with a “good morning” and with the biggest smile glued to here face. Not very often did I get to see my grandmother, as she lives in South Carolina. I always cherished these moments with her, watching and learning from her. Slippers robe and a bright face, she rubbed me on the back and observed the trash my sister and I had made.
Times like these make me realize one thing I’m lucky. I’m lucky too have people who love me, people who care and cherish the times they have with me. Holidays bring us together too catch up on the events that we’ve been through.  Grandmother although wise and mature always finds ways to make me feel bight inside when I’m with her.
Drawn to the smell of the soul food I arrived with my family into my grandmother’s house. Headed strait toward the kitchen, we passed the living room, with a set of couches and a lone piano. Passing by the well lit dinning room, my mouth watered and eye peeked to see what types food my aunts and grandmother had made. Arriving in the kitchen we all greeted each other as if we hadn’t seen each other in years. Long kisses on the forehead and hugs from my aunts, along with the strong grip hand shake from my uncles. Since everyone had now arrived my family decided once again it was time to give thanks on this special day. Once in the dinning room the crowded room got quite as one started to give thanks. As my Aunt Kimmy spoke her words, they were true as she told us that my cousin Vernon, who was placed in Afghanistan, was alive and well. As she finished one tear rolled down her cheek I knew she missed him. As if a spotlight fell on me it arrived at my turn, I looked around at my relatives smiling and waiting for me to go. My mind was blank as a paper with no ink, I peered out once again at my family but this time looking at my grandmother, she nodded. Then spoke “ Go a head, speak your mind so it will be from the heart.” I did just that thanking my mother and father for there guidance through out my life. I was thankful for the meal and ride that I got to the school bus everyday from my grandparents. As my turn ended, I thought to myself what my grandmother had told me had in fact worked, and what I was thankful for was true to the heart, and they accepted it. Knowing that if I had said something completely different they would’ve acknowledged my voice anyway. You can always rely on family to have your back.
                      Some may think twice about seeing family on a holiday because they might not be on good terms with one or two members of their family. As far as my family goes, I believe we are healthy family because we can have good times and bad times but still leave each other happy. Having this strong bond between a group people is fantastic, having someone to lean on when times are hard. I have been given a gift and sometimes I may abuse it.
                    Red lights beaming out the back window, we stop in front of the school. Glimpsing through the window, almost fogging up from the heat of the air conditioner, I rubbed the glass with my sleeve. Then I look up to an “Alright Buddy” from my grandfather signifying we had arrived at the school. Struggling to make it out the back seat, I hulled my blue backpack out the car. Closing the door my grandmother spoke those same words, “Do you want me to walk you inside?” Quickly as possible I replied with a shaking of my head, “No.” But she insisted to proceed out the car to fix my jacket and hat. Straitening my clothes, I disrespectfully told her, “I have it, stop” brushing her elderly hands off of my jacket. She then asked, “Do you know how to get to your classroom? Maybe I should walk you there.” This being my third year at GFS, a private school with a huge campus, I could understand why she would think I would get lost. I was scared that if she guided me to the classroom I would look a certain way to my peers. What would they think of me having a 75-year-old woman walk me to class? Maybe that I lived with her and not my parents, or they might have thought I was scared to walk on my own. In my head at the time this was a risk wasn’t ready to take, so insisted to keep her here in the parking lot where no one could judge me. Cold and mean spirited I told her once again, “I could walk by my self, and you can go home now.” She gave me an agitated face and waved “Alright I see you back here after school.” Blowing kiss as they drove she made me reach my highest point of humiliation. Why was I so embarrassed of my grandmother who cares what others think. This was not the real me, I love my family why was I so disrespectful?
        Wishing that those days of school went away, I regretted what I did to my grandmother. I was embarrassed by my own family. She was just looking out for my well being, and I shunned her away like she didn’t belong. I was making assumptions on how people would react to her, when she really had good intentions for me. Embarrassment should not lead you to disrespect your family.  Your family’s intentions are always good and sometimes you should just let the embarrassments go and allow them to take care of you.
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