My identity

    There a lot of things that make me who i am. Some of them are I'm a daughter, a sister, an aunt to two, a student, a dog owner, a friend, catholic, a female, Mexican, and a granddaughter.  Being a sister has shaped me because my brother and sister have gone through a lot. What really made my perspective of life change and things was my brother. My brothers is an addict to drugs for about 5 years now I think. He's lost, not vaulted, caused scary things, but he always has a heart, because of the friends he chooses, hangs out with, the things he does for money have hurt my family. But as his freedom gets more and more limited he realizes that this doesn't get him anywhere, but hopefully one day he'll change. An aunt has impacted me also, I have one niece And one nethew. My niece doesn't really have a mom in her life because she's 10xs worse then my brother and can't even take care of herself. So my moms her mom, and we're her only family. My sister and her son are good and I'm happy for her because she got her life together. Another big part is being a daughter has impacted me because my moms my dad and my mom in one. I have to appreciate the little things and be thankful i at least have her. Being a friend impacts me because I've lost friends and have some real friends, but I think that life's a lesson and people leave or turn out the way you didn't expect them to be because that's how life was planned out to learn from things and experiences. These are some things that's make me who I am.

10 years from now

    10 years from now I would like to own an apartment in the city or an urban town house, and also share my success with my best friend. I would look into moving to California or New York. I would also wanna own a black Mercedes truck and a porch. After getting out of college I see myself taking a year off and then attending law school. In my career I would want to be a lawyer, but I'm not sure yet what type of lawyer. I'm going to have a backup job or my hobby in case things don't workout or I'm also passionate about something else. I think for my hobby I want to work doing makeup, but I haven't thought of my extra career or "backup". I would also want to help those kids with rough lives for example in bad neighborhoods, coming out of juvenile, just people with a rough past or who are struggling. I think that. Supporting them or volunteering to make a change in that and showing that people do care would be really life changing even in a small way. Even later on in my life I still want to play softball and basketball because I love those sports. I would like to collect fashionable clothes and shoes, I love shoes. I'm also very passionate about singing but i don't think I see myself going big in singing, it'll always be one of my many hobbies. This is where I see myself in 10 years.

C-S Transfer

    The summer was flying by so fast like a turning page going onto the next chapter. In this case the on going chapters were the continuing next part of my life,7th grade. 6th grade year I spent at Heritage Middle school, but I was afraid this year was going to be different. I had a feeling where I attended school this year was gonna change. My mom had talked about transferring me to a different school, but I definitely wasn't agreeing to that. She suddenly brought that topic up because we were all in a good mood. I then started to cry and beg her the moment she told me. I didn't want to leave my school.
    After I went to the bathroom to wash my face. When I came back she had said, " Ill think about all this". I never believed that because she constantly would say that, but nothing would change. I knew she just said that so that I would just stop complaining. I left the dinning room and quickly went upstairs to my room. As I walked up the stairs I opened my door and closed it as soon as I got in. I laid down on my bed and stared at the white dull walls spacing out. I was so frustrated with all of this going on. I was over thinking this too much.
    Three weeks passed by, there was 7 days left until school. Unexpectedly my mom had called me down. When I got downstairs she said, "I just registered you for school!". I asked in a heartbeat, "Where!?". I was hoping that she would say I was still going to my same school, but she didn't. She then said," your not going there anymore, your now going to attend St. Mary Catholic Middle School". I had no clue where there school was or could be located, I've never heard of it. All I could think in my mind and to say was this isn't fair, but instead my eyes started to water. Another thought came in my head I had remembered my friend Destiny goes there. I had someone but I didn't consider her, we barely talked.
     It was the next morning, today was my first day of school. Destiny had came to my house in the mourning so we could arrive at school together. She had told me a little about the school, but wasn't too hyped about it. Since it was a catholic school the rules were very strict and different. The first day I wore makeup but you weren't allowed to. I didn't care much that there were rules because I didn't really have a choice. I was just nervous to attend a school with very different vs people who I've known since my connected elementary school I went to, Emerson. I put all I was thinking about aside and walked outside and got in the car.
    When we arrived there I remember walking into a lunch room. Destiny was a grade older than me so she sat where all the 8th graders were. I couldn't sit with here because the grades were separated so I sat with the 7th grade group. As I walked towards them I was eyeballed by every single one of them, I felt like no one liked me already. I patiently waited alone until we were called to go upstairs. This school was so much smaller, and they shared the school with elementary. Upstairs was all the 6th, 7th, and 8th graders, and downstairs was all the little kids. There were 8 different classes instead of just 4, and 30 minute classes instead of 88. Everyone who tried to talk to me and the people I observed were totally different then my friends and the way they acted. I already felt like I wasn't gonna enjoy my experience here. Goodbye Heritage, Hello St. Mary's.