Me encanta Justin Bieber
Me gUsta escuchar Justin Bieber
Yo quiero ver JuStin Bieber en concierto
Justin BIeber me fascina
Me favorita Cancion es "As long as you love me"
Justin Bieber es Adorable
Me encanta Justin Bieber
Me gUsta escuchar Justin Bieber
Yo quiero ver JuStin Bieber en concierto
Justin BIeber me fascina
Me favorita Cancion es "As long as you love me"
Justin Bieber es Adorable
A menudo, soy
fuerte y ambiciosa
A veces, me encanta cantar
No soy ni violenta
A veces, soy
extraña y encantador.
De costumbre, me encanta Bailar,
cantar y salir con mi novio.
No soy ni aburrida
(picks up a quarter on the ground) Nothing is worth a quarter anymore. Why would I even need this? I’m pathetic.
I don’t want to do this anymore. I know that I can be better than this. I don’t want to be the person I am. I always wonder what people think of me as I sit here. I know they look at me with such pity. ‘Oh, the poor homeless girl. Look at her. Maybe I should give her money so I can feel like a charitable person.’ No, I don’t want to be pitied. I shouldn’t have to. I should be in a home and with a family and not here… Under the bridge with my makeshift bed and pile of clothes.
The man in the red pick up truck has given me singles a few times a week. Sometimes he has a little girl in the back seat. I wonder if I could have been her in another life. I wonder what their life is like. They’re probably driving to a playdate or going to her grandmother’s house. At the end of the day, he’ll pick her up and they’ll have a nice meal in their dining room, laughing over something that happened earlier. The dog, a golden retriever of course, would sit next to the little girl, waiting for her to drop some of her food. At the end of the night, he’ll tuck her into bed and maybe even read her a stupid bedtime story.
Why was this my fate? Why couldn’t I be born as someone else? Out of all the people in this damn world why was it me that had to end up like this? I never asked for any of this. I never did anything wrong in my life to end up this way. It was my mother. She had to leave my father. She had nowhere else to go. My father was abusive. He controlled everything to the point to where when she left, she had no one else to turn to. We slept in our car for a while and it’s been that way ever since. Where is she now? Probably helping Ronnie sell on some street corner.
(points into the left) I heard she sells on Carlyle Street past the Burger King and a few blocks over. She does it to get some cash. Ronnie doesn’t give her much. Just enough so she could buy herself a new shirt or food. I’m starting to resent my mother more and more each day. I understand she was abandoned once she left my father. Everyone shunned her because of her 17 year old pregnancy and controlling boyfriend. Before she had me, she was warned. She didn’t listen. When she realized her family was right, it was too late. They already forgot about her. She could have tried to pick her life up by now, but she hasn’t. I don’t want to repeat her mistakes.
I want stability. Everyday is different. I never know how much I’ll eat or where I will end up at the end of the night. Or when it will get too cold, that my quilted blank won’t keep me warm anymore. The unknown is what I’m scared of. I want the unknown, but at the same time I don’t know where I could end up. I don’t know where to start. No one is going to give a job to a girl who smells like cheap dollar store perfume and has several knots in hair, that was washed in the train station bathroom. I think I can do this without any help, but I need it.
Good Evening Idiot Prostitutes. Look at me, I’m Taylor Hunt, you know who I am but allow me to reintroduce myself. I drive a Rolls. Royce that is. It’s a hot pink and no I don’t drive everyday, but I do have car service pick me up. And please don’t you ever disrespect me by saying it’s an Uber.
Why did you look at me like that? I am not driving in that widely popular car service, that's where you get diseases, and um by the way I’m widely popular also. You may be popular in two or three months but I’ll always be the Regina George of this group.
My father is filthy rich. He’s a billionaire, You know him, Jonathan Hunt the person that developed most of your houses. I don’t want or need for anything. Oh and I’m also dating the hottest football player on campus Mike Sergiano. Yup thats right number 13. He’s my man and if any of you sluts have something to say to him, you must go to me first. Oh yeah by the way I was crowned prom queen twice. And No I wasn’t left back, I was asked to prom my sophomore year. Any questions?
My mom, what do you mean who’s my mom? Ugh okay, oh god….. My mother is Grace Helen. I don’t talk about her because I haven't talked to her in two years. She was who I looked up to, who I wanted to be and in an instant she was gone. No, she’s not dead but from the feeling I have inside she is. It was not her fault and I know she didn’t want it to be like this but it was him. (voice cracks, starts to tear up)
Him, the guy that I never admired, but the one who takes care of me. It was chaos, it was fear, it was trouble, it was pain. I hated to see the dark red marks on her back. But at least she got away. I always wanted her to be safe but now….. I’m stuck with the fear of never seeing her again. Her beautiful face, the glisten in her eyes, the pretty white smile, it was just a show. It hid the pain than sat forever (big pause, deep breath) love. I’m scared of it, It’s hard to see that love isn’t a slap in the face or a black eye, but it’s compassion, affection and kindness. Mike, I’m sorry that you love me and I never say it back, It’s just…..I was never showed what true love is. The Rolls, the hair, the makeup, it doesn’t solve anything. Well wait I do like my Rolls though. But what does money buy you….Nothing that has true value.
All my life I have been blamed for everyone's problem, without anyone ever asking if I was okay. There was one time in the third grade when I yelled at this girl for bumping into me. I wasn’t mad at her it was the day after I saw my mom and dad get into a physical altercation for the first time. I was traumatized, I was mad, but no one would know because no one asked. All they cared was that the girl I yelled at was okay. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I should tell someone because I didn’t want to break up the family, but I regret it. I could've stopped the war. (Crying)
So please don’t ever ask me about my mom or you will not have the honor to be one of my little minions.
perezoso y tremendamente rico.
A veces soy mentiroso y tranquilo.
¡Soy bastante malicioso, violento, y poderoso!
A menudo me encanta matar gente, dormir en mi propio mar vasto de oro,
y manipular otros.
No soy ni insano ni encantador.
Soy De Filadelfia
Me gusta Ir de compras y cantar
A Veces soy poderosa!
Soy mucho fEliz y positivo
En escuela, soy siempRe ambiciosa
Cuando soy Tiempo con amigos, soy cómica
Soy amour Ir a SLA diario
Mi cumpleanos es el primero De mayoSoy tengo cAtorce anos
Yo soy Joyce Banks
Yo soy professora
Me gusta leer y ayudar a los demàs
Soy fuerte, valiente, y ambiciosa
Soy una hija, hermana, tìa, madre, abuela, y tìa abuela
Y muy importante, una amiga
Yo soy Joyce Banks, y no hay nadie como yo
Me fascina Tocar el piano.
Soy de FilAdelfia.
Mi cumpleaños es eL 7 de marzo.
Tengo catorcE años.
Me gusta Nadar.
No me gusta hacer la Tarea.
A veces soy perezOsa pero de costumbre trabajadora.
Soy loca y maS o menos timida.
Me llAmo Mindy Saw.
Before I start, I would like to thank those who helped me with this essay, and I would like to thank you, the reader, for taking the time to read this. I focused mainly on the general atmosphere of Central High School and it´s learning environment as a whole. I am very pleased with being able to let my angry emotions flow out from the awful experiance at Central which allowed me to write this essay with a passion to let everyone know how the dreaded school made me feel. As a writer, I plan to write many more things that I can directly connect my feelings to in a similar fasion. I also work to revise how I input my emotions in future assignments. With No further ado, Lets begin.
A school's experience can greatly impact the way one learns. I am here to talk about Central High School, who greatly ruined my learning experience. ¨Central is such a horrible school¨ I´d tell myself every day I got home. Central was one of those schools that does not expect you to make any mistakes, and always expected you to be on your A game. However, even after trying my very best, it was not good enough. F here, F there, Fs everywhere I looked. It was impossible to pass with solid grades at Central, even after hours of study and hours of work. I believe that my ADHD made it very difficult to excel, because I learned at a slower pace than everyone. That being said, none of the teachers got the memo. Even after countless attempts to connect to the teachers and explain to them that I worked at a slower pace, while having an IEP to back it up, they just could not teach me in the way I needed to learn.
One teacher, in particular, was the worst. My Biology teacher. Ms. Bonner was her name, and detention was her twisted game. Show up late, detention. Miss an assignment, detention. Ask for help, get talked to in a way that made you feel like trash, then detention. If that wasn't enough, she straight up lied to parents about how classroom and working conditions were student friendly. She also lied about her relationship with the class being on par with friendliness and connectivity to working on assignments step by step. If that wasn't enough, she lied to me about telling my old cab driver that I needed to stay after school for detention. It turns out that she never communicated that to the cab driver and when I showed up to the cab later than usual, I got in trouble with the cab driver due to him saying I wasted his time.
The story called ¨I Just Want to be Average,¨ written by Mike Rose, had a situation that was like looking in a mirror with my situation at Central. ¨My homeroom was supervised by Brother Dill, a troubled and unstable man also who taught freshman English.¨ Brother Dill acts very similar to how Ms. Bonner acted, and this quote reflects greatly on Ms. Bonner as far as her teaching skills go. These types of actions provide stress for many students, as they are pressured to retain a constant behavior each day. Said teachers also expect many of their students to refrain from making any mistakes, as if they expect them to be perfect.
The only class I ever loved was my Mandarin Chinese class, where we had a nice, strict, yet compassionate teacher, who took his time with everyone and made sure we learned. However, staying at Central for the one class that I enjoyed was not worth me failing my other classes. I gave up hope when I received a notification from the school, claiming that I had failed too many times to participate in extracurricular activities.
This whole predicament is not just about teachers, It was also about the other people there as well. There were only about 3 to 4 kids that were friendly while the rest were pretty much stuck up jerks. There was 1 student that purposefully got on my nerves. He fooled me with his friends and then he called me gullible. He called me out in class when I screwed up. He criticized me for things I couldn´t help. But out of this all, it´s almost as if all the Central students hated each other, due to the school having such a bad atmosphere.
There was even a thing going around, in which, every Friday was dubbed ´Freshman Friday´. On ¨Freshman Friday¨, most of the seniors aimed and/or picked on the freshman just for fun. Even after the principal said it was not to happen anymore, seniors still did it. Mike Rose describes a similar situation in his story. ¨I just want to be average.¨ In the story ¨I just want to be average¨ this line is spoken by Ken who is struggling to fit in. This quote represents how I felt amongst the people of Central when they treated me horribly.
Central put a lot of stress on me from these experiences, and yet I could continue to talk about so much more. Central, who claims to be diverse, is absolutely not diverse in any way. In order to be diverse, you can´t just accept a bunch of Whites, Blacks, Asians, Hispanics, Indians, Mentally impaired, physically disabled people and such. You also need to prove that you can work with them as well. And Central Failed in the vast majority of this.
It´s imperative that schools should be honest, accepting, diverse, and have a warm atmosphere in general. Without these traits, it would be very difficult to retain a steady learning environment. Such schools, like Central, who possess little to none of these traits, Fail to sustain a suitable learning environment for everyone. In cases like these, the student struggles to sustain a suitable grade, which can endanger their future colleges and careers. The student may also be frowned upon by many individuals who would criticize them for things they cannot control. In conclusion, for Central to call themselves a ¨diverse¨ school, without possessing any of the traits listed, proves that they are not diverse enough to follow their own claims.
All in all, The only school that has followed Central's ¨Diverse claims¨ is Science Leadership Academy. In Science Leadership Academy, the students are usually teamed up with other students to complete group related activities. Science Leadership Academy mostly dedicates their time to making a warm and friendly environment, while still retaining hard work and tough challenges. The teachers are very friendly, have a nice and generally slow pace when it comes to teaching by making assignments easy to understand. The periods where we dedicate time to study up and complete assignments are controlled by teachers who try very hard to help you succeed and raise your grade by keeping you on track with what assignments you may of missed and advice to do better jobs in other classes. And best of all, this school accepts any race, ethnicity, and mental/medical conditioned student in order to try to help them excel at their own pace.
A veces, yo
tímido, bastante y loco
Nunca he izuierda los Esrados Unidos
Hasta que el invierno passado cuando fui a Australia
Me gusta comer, domir y leer. No me
Gusta hacer la tera y cantar
Animales ere muy bonito
Me eNcanta la serpiente,
ser muy tímido pero muy Inteligente
Serpientes ere por lo general tranquilo,
sin eMbargo son peligroso a veces
Serpientes encAntas comer y dormir
Son magnífico nadadores parcialmente porque son deLgado
(Lays down) I lay here with a bunch of others. I don’t have much memory of what happened before, it was all just a blur I seemed to just appear here. I always wondered what it was like outside of this place. It’s the same thing every day I sit here with a bunch of golden others like me. No mother or father, we just wait here to be taken away by someone to adopt me. I get up in the morning when the big lights turn on and realize that someone is missing everyday.
When did this happen? I was here the whole time. My home seems to be getting smaller for some reason, but wait is this really my home. If it was where are my parents? As days and months pass I realize that more and more are leaving me. After a while I would lose memory of what happened in the past, as if I start a new slate every few months. Either someone forgets me or I forget them. The only thing I seem to remember is the words...
“I want that one”
Those words just flow through my head every time I realize there’s another one of us missing. Why am I still here? It’s not too bad here, I get fed once a day but everyone else eats before I get the chance to. As they grow I still stay small and weak or weaker than the others.. It’s always the big ones that get adopted before anyone else.
“Give me the big one”
Whats wrong with me? Are my fins not big enough or am I just too little to be desired? I know what to do. It’s time for me to be the alpha fish, float like a puffer and sting like a ray. Here comes the strange person with our dinner, he’s dropping our food in I have to swim through everyone like a torpedo. I start rushing through the crowd of these hungry fish waiting for thee food to come... three, two one!
(Eats food very quickly then lays down)
Ugh I’m so full I can’t do this every day, I need some air.
Wait that’s it! If I jump out of the water when someone comes to adopt one of us, I will definitely stand out, and I would have to be adopted, why didn’t I think of this before! I should probably practice before anyone comes.
(jumps up and down)
Oh my god here comes someone now, this is my time to shine, I must do it now so I get adopted. It would be great to have someone care for me, and feed me and only me, not anyone else… that would be the golden life. I would have what I’ve been searching for, and it might just happen.
(Jumps up once)
As a man points down at me with an amazed look on his face as he saw me jump in and out of the water, the big green bed that will finally take me home lifts me up quickly, in this moment I know that I will surely be living the golden dream.
Soy Eli Zimmerman
Considerado y Apasionado
Cuando tengo tiempo libre, me encanta esuchar música
Practicar deportes y aprender cosas
No soy ni violento
(Slams down pencil) I’ve been working on this stupid worksheet for a hour! It’s so pointless! When will knowing a bisecting angle ever be needed in life! School is so dumb they spend hours teaching us topics that we will never need. Why don’t they teach us how to do taxes! That’s actually important. Like if I don’t do my taxes I can get arrested, if I don’t do my homework I will just get like a C! Getting a C is still passing though! Homework makes no sense. When will teachers realize that the more work they give us, the more work they have. Then when they are stressed from grading things they let it out on us.
Okay, I won't lie,up until 7th grade, homework was useful. Adding and subtracting is needed in the real world, but when will I ever have to know the Pythagorean theorem. Then teachers are like “It helps reinforce what we learned in class” It really doesn’t! I forget everything the moment I leave the class, then when I get home I just look at the sheet in confusion.
I’m tired of this stress. I'm only fourteen but I have so much work to do. I have to get good grades, do my chores, have a social life, go to church and actually have time for myself. Everyday is a playlist that is on repeat, maybe once in awhile a new song is added that changes the playlist a little. (Sigh) But other then that it’s always the same thing over and over. I'm just tired of this. The worse part is that you think I don’t do anything. You always say; “All you have to do is go to school, and you don’t even get good grades” It’s just never good enough. No matter what I do it’s not good enough. Every grade I get, takes hours of work and pushing myself. Just because I got a C doesn’t mean I didn't try. Maybe I fought for that C and that was the best I could do. But you don't care you only care about the product. But the agonizing hours of work that were put into the product is what matters. But you don’t see that. You didn’t see when I was taking the test hoping that every answer I wrote was right. No all you see is the red ink that represents every mistake that was made.I’m tired of the stress. I'm only fourteen but I have so much going on in my life. I have to make you happy, my friends happy, it seems like my sole purpose of being on the earth is to make everyone happy. And in the process of making everyone happy I forget to make myself happy. I forget that if I’m not happy then I can’t make you happy or my friends happy. I forget that if I’m not happy then my daily playlist becomes a daily annoyance that torments my soul every second of every cursed day until the moment when everything stops. But you don't care about any of this, you only care about the product.
Adrianna- A 16 year old princess struggling with her feelings about being a princess. She wants to experience life as an “average girl”, who does not have princess duties and can choose her own destiny.
No Leslie, I’m not lucky to be a princess! I want something more. I want to feel free and independent. To not have maids around me all the time. to be able to do my own hair sometimes, to unfold my hands, relax my muscles from all the fake smiling, to not have a wardrobe picked out for me, to not be reprimanded for getting dirty or being unladylike, to sometimes take off my tiara and turn up without constantly having someone watching my every move to make sure I’m am not facing any harm, to wear sneakers and sweats for once in my life!
I know I would be like every average girl, but… that's what I want. I wish.. I was like every normal girl. My future and destiny have already been chosen for me. Who says I wanted to be queen for the rest of my life? When I’m twenty one, I will have to rule the entire country. Maybe I wanted to be a doctor. Or something else in my life. Do you not understand that when I have daughters of my own, their future will also already be planned out? They TOO will have to be queen and that is not fair!
Yes, it is nice to be royalty sometimes. There are some advantages, but there are many more disadvantages than advantages. I don’t have to constantly work and make decisions, because I am not the queen YET. I can take a walk whenever I want, without having to ask anyone because there is so much security. I also can always help people struggling with my proceeds I receive. That makes me happy, and that is an advantage. However, there is always the constant thought and stress that comes with the thought of soon being a queen. That often scares me. When I was a girl, being a princess was the best thing in the world to me. I was every little girl’s dream. A princess. I didn’t have to wish I could meet a princess, I WAS one. But..now... that I’m older, I want to learn for myself. When I’m queen, I am going to make a new law. Once the princess is sixteen years of age, she will be able to choose her own hairstyles, wardrobe, and will also have to learn things for herself. I feel like if my maids were to leave me for a week, I would be a wreck. I wouldn’t know how to do anything for myself! That isn’t a very dear thought.
Yes that's true! I would have you my dear best friend to teach me things. But.. I wouldn’t know how to do simple things for myself. I have never had to wash dishes, iron my own clothes, clean a bathroom, mop a dirty floor, or make up my own bed. I don’t even know what the first step to ironing is besides plugging up the machine. Every morning my clothes have already been prepared for me. And.. to my dismay...the hairstyle I shall be wearing for that day.
Yes Leslie I know but, sometimes I want to know what it feels like to do things for once in my life like every normal girl out there.
No, it wouldn’t ruin the purpose of being a princess! It would at least keep the maids away more often. Life in the castle, makes me feel so dependent. The point of being a princess is to learn responsibility and to continue to rule the royal throne after her mother, the queen. It is also to find the right king to help her rule the throne in grace and valor. It is also to be free and, independent, while at the same time being ladylike and prim. Ughh.. that's the thing.. I don’t feel free and independent even though that's what I’m supposed to do.
There is no time to be free, I told you the maids are always around and my mother is constantly nagging me with etiquette lessons. I need a break. I am only sixteen! Twenty one is a long ways off. You witness it yourself when you stay at the castle! The constant curtsying and asking if I’m okay. Sometimes I want to hide, but it would cause an uproar. Then there would be disappointment on my part and no independence.
Leslie, I know I need to learn early but just a day or even a week of independence. So that I can see how life would be as any average girl. To be fairly honest with you. Any girl can be a princess. There’s really nothing magical about it. There’s just maids, smiling, constant leg crossing, and the life of luxury. I need a break! Being independent would not only make me more reliant on myself but it would teach me how to choose my own destiny and that is my wish to choose my own destiny and my own path.
Being a princess does not necessarily allow me to do that. But you're right it is a magical experience one that should be cherished even when my role changes to queen. From now on, my satisfaction will come with knowing that I am a vessel of royalty. I believe that any girl could be a princess. Even if I was a normal girl, I could still be a princess. It would just take a little magic and belief in my heart!
I am grateful to be a princess and I am too grateful for you Leslie, my dear best friend. Who helped me see that being princess is not at all as it seems. Independence and freedom starts with me!