You would think my family was perfect from the outside, it was pretty much the American Dream. My dad worked as a contractor and my mom stayed home to cook meals and take care of my sister and me. Later on, my mom insisted on working again and after that, our family went downhill. My parents began fighting more than usual and decided to split up. With them acting like they were in a high school relationship, it forced me to grow up. Until I was 6, we lived in Amityville. My house was a small ranch home with dark brown siding all around and a pale blue door. When you first walked inside, there was old fashioned pink floral wallpaper around the house with clawed mahogany furniture with ugly designed cushions that were in style back then. When a holiday came around, everything was decorated. From villages on top of the piano to stickers on the windows, my mom went crazy decorating. Since Halloween was in between my sister and mine birthdays, my mom would have themed parties. One year it was themed after The Wizard of Oz and she planned with family members who was which character. She worked so hard to make it all memorable, and she succeeded. When I was in third grade, my mom was offered a job in Melville and we decided it was best to move. So, we picked up everything and left. Once my mom got settled into her job, things changed. This new home didn’t seem like a home at all. There were no dinners ready, no decorations for each holiday, and no birthday parties. My mom became too busy for it all and work always came first. And from then on, my mom and dad would fight about anything and everything.
“Chris, this house is a mess!” my dad exclaimed.
“Joe, not now,” my mom said trying to push it aside.
“Will it ever get done?”
“Yes, Joe.”
“Yea, okay, I’m sure.”
“Whatever, you’re such a jerk.” “Jerk” became a word that was used in most of the conversations they had. Doing family activities became more of a chore than an activity, it wasn’t enjoyable anymore. Anything we did turned into a fight between the two of them. By the time ninth grade came around, they were separated within the same house. My mom was in her bedroom and my dad had moved into the apartment in the basement. This eventually became very hard for my sister and I. If we wanted or needed something and one of them said to ask the other, we ended up taking laps by running up and down the stairs to deliver each other’s messages. Nothing was ever taken the right way and my parents always ended up fighting even more. Therefore, I realized I needed to ask for less. I soon learned they weren’t reliable anymore and I needed to grow up quickly. I began making my own meals, using my own money for necessities, and finding rides when I needed them. My parents weren’t comfortable with me driving around with friends they didn’t know, but they understood that if they weren’t around
parents went through a rough divorce and having it effect me made me curious to how others react. The way it is portrayed leaves a blindside to the real lasting problems it leaves on people. Furthermore, I decided to take it upon myself to interview a few associates of mine whose parents have also been divorces and also those whose parents are still together. My goal was to find out what the different effects, if any, of those whose parents split. I wanted to see if their views on marriage have changed…
mold me into the woman I am today. My mother found out she was pregnant at the age of fifteen, giving birth to me at the early age of sixteen. Being such a young mother forced her to grow up a lot sooner than everyone else. She had to make the decision to quit school and work full time to provide for me. This made her very independent. I, too, was a young mother, giving birth to my son at the age of eighteen, just three months before I graduated. My mother wanted better for me; she…
stir up our interest. We made few trips to the village that we knew so much about it and we were pleasantly impressed about the fact that is a child friendly neighborhood: plenty of play grounds, parks, close proximity to long Island Children Museum and a lot of indoor activity places for kids, a state of the art local library with an extensive program for young readers. What else can we look for? We were so excited that we could find a nice neighborhood were we can grow our family. We contacted…
another they always made sure that I was happy and had everything I needed. I grew up an only child, my parents had both been married before and had other children but by the time I was born all my siblings were grown and out of the house. As for other family my dad’s side lived out of state and was never really around and my mother didn’t have much family. When I was very young my parents always had boundaries for me but weren’t very strict most people would probably consider me spoiled. We went to…
National Woman Suffrage Association as part of a split in the women's movement. In 1872, Anthony was arrested for voting in her hometown of Rochester, New York , and convicted in a widely publicized trial.In 1878, Anthony and Stanton arranged for Congress to be presented with an amendment giving women the right to vote. Popularly known as the Anthony Amendment, it became the Nineteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution in 1920. Susan B. Anthony made all these changes that widely affecting all of our lives today…
that quote came from, or why she said that to me until I began working with children. Working with children is the best job experience anyone can have, especially if you are obsessed with younger children. Children have always brought a sense of joy, imagination and responsibility into my life. Being with children removes my worries from the real world around me and puts me into a world of imagination. Working with a group of kindergarteners, has given me the best job experience each day I come back…
Richard was growing up he struggled with poverty resulting in his literal hunger, “Hunger stole upon me so slowly that at first I was not aware of what hunger really meant” “this new hunger baffled me, scared me, made me angry and insistent” (14). Richard’s hunger slowly built up on him and he began to yearn for food, and it scared him when he could not get it. The fact that he couldn’t get food made him angry. His mom bounced from job to job, just getting his family by and once worked in a white…
this point in my life and I preferred to keep to myself or people who knew me best. At this point, because I kept to myself so much, I didn’t think that I was very good at making friends. But I enjoyed going to majorettes so much because I thought it was so much fun. This was where I found my love for dancing. My big sister went to ballet classes but I wasn’t old enough so we would go into her room and she would teach me ballet. She’d get quite bossy because the older sister but we got on really…
significant influence this move would have on my life. I was just living in the moment excited yet overwhelmed by the fact I was moving to New York. I was 8 years old, still a child, still many years to grow up and understand the importance of such an experience. It is as if my life has been split in two. I am 17 years old now and 8 years ago I was just moving to America. The first 8 years of my life were spent in England. I was born and raised in a completely different lifestyle compared to America…
collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared No one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools," said I, "you do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words…
