My Learning Experience

The Unknown

author of this story Crystal

I like how you give us complete details how you felt when Damien was shoking on his spit and the precaution you had take before laying him down. It remind me the time I was eletricuted and many people came to help me but my mom pass out and my grandma had to grab water and splash it in her face. Am glad that you managed to staid strong. I really like that part of the storied and the description. I also feel that the the paragraph that you write about your mayor and decision should be your ended.

In my most recent accomplishment, it has been that I started school again and I am now attending college for criminal justice to become either a police officer or a court officer. During the application process, my anxiety was already at its high.  I started procrastinating the second it was time to send that application.  I started doubting myself and making excuses about whether I should be doing this.  All I kept thinking about was reasons why I “cannot” do this (going back to school) instead of thinking about why I “can” and reasons why I “will” go back to school.  After hesitating for so long and contemplated on whether I should hit the send button for the application to be processed and sent.  The adrenalin runs through me from my nerves catching up to me.  The anxiety rushing through me, punching me in the gut.  I ask myself “Why am I so nervous?” I am nervous because I just committed to a life changing decision.  After I am finished with college, I would like to become a police officer or court officer so I thought to myself “I will not let my anxiety stop me from doing what I have always wanted to do”.  Finally, I talk myself into hitting the send button for the application.

I honestly don’t like to judge anyone work because I am a bilengual student with a lot to learn and english is not my first language. If I said anything that might have sound wrong please disregard my opinion. Either way I was really happy to read your storied. Thank You.

When I was born my mom was struggling to raised me so she decided it was best for her to leave me with my grandmother until she can afford a better life for us. I was raised alone with no right to go outside the house or play with other kids. My grandfather was a thoughtless man who believes that every single kid in the neighborhood was a bad influence. I was only alow to go out to school or the store to buy stuff like coffee or sugar and like every time in my way to the stored I stop to meet new friends and play with them sometimes.

My grandfather wanted me to study really hard because he wanted me to be a professional in any career path decided to study. But I was afraid of turning crazy like my uncle who used to speak to spirits in his room. My uncle study three different languages English, French, and Italian he was gifted. I always used to believe that my uncle turned crazy because his commitment was so strong to study and become someone. Every single week he read a new book and loved to practice his English languages.

My grandmother always had the heart of a sweatest and when I was sad it used to worries her because she knew I was punished for life for no reason. Even though I had a kinder of a good life like waking up in the morning to this sweet honey smell in the kitchen with my favorite breakfast serve to eat and at noon she also used to make me favorite lunch dumpling with tuna and onions. Also, she taught me to bathe, brush my teeth and when I got sick she laid down with me, and her warm love used to make me feel much better. Her hair was long and every time she laid down with me it felt like I was being showered with roses or like that feeling of getting out of a nice fresh shower. We never used to forget to pray in the afternoon because it was her devotional to God and way to tell him to thank you.

The day that passed it a day I grow and by the time I knew it was Saturday or Sunday because in the afternoon the kids of my neighborhood play tagged games and run around. I was jealous, angry, and couldn’t understand why the kids of my neighborhood were alow to go outside and play. I used to ask myself have their parents haven’t notice outside it’s a dangerous place for their kids. It was hard for me to understand so I kept running away from home until my grandfather decided to construct a wall in the front yard heigh enough so I didn’t escape. I didn’t give up I kept searching for escape and find out that for me to be able to leave the house it had to be at night time through the forest.

I try to escape throw the woods behind our home and my grandma sprinted after me. I couldn’t understand how she ran after me and caught me. She grabbed me by the hand and took me home and sat me down. After an hour I saw a bruise in her left hands I was confused why she had it. I started to wonder if a snake bit her in the woods. That day I felt guilty for my actions and didn’t know how to explain to my family that when she ran after me in the woods I saw a serpent and I was questioning myself maybe the serpent was venomous and might bit her. I was just hoping everything to turn out fine and that the bruise soon fades away. I felt loved by my grandmother I still couldn’t believe the fact she was hurt because of my fault. I remember she started getting sick and my aunt takes her to the hospital and she spoke her last words to my aunt told her to take care of my grandson and my son who had turn crazy. They took her to more than five hospitals and she appeared to feel sicker in the hospital. The doctor calls her and told her to take her to the next hospital but my grandmother was already dead and there is nothing we could do.

My aunt blamed me for her death and told me, “you killed my mom, you don’t belong to this family anymore. Go elsewhere before you do more damage than what you have already caused.” I felt terrible like someone staved me right on my heart. I didn’t know what to say or do because I was just a kid. I felt that my aunt was jealous because she was just worried about me.

I came to understand that my grandma didn’t die because of a snake bite but rather because of rat poison. After hearing this, my aunt was broken because she realized she had run me out of the house, and she wanted to apologize, but I didn’t forgive her back then. I felt guilty about my grandmother’s death for a long period of time because I taught I kill my grandmother when she ran after me in the woods. It came to be a big lie and also that the reason I wasn’t allowed to go outside because someone would kidnap me but rather that my family was envy for there fortune. Today I am 23 years old and I have forgiven her even though we have lost connections since that day. If you were in my situation, would you forgive her? 

Pennies from Heaven

This short storied is about a man named reg stark from sugar land, texas whose wife passed away battling carcel after 43 years of marriage. his wife was used to pick up pennies and whenever she found a penny she used to put it in her shoes for good luck. but her husband reg didn’t think it was worthed to pick it up. When his wives passed away he started to find pennies and also the author writes about finding pennies in the airport in the same exact place he sat down. The author didn’t notice how many pennies he kept finding until he had to exchange his jar for a bigger one. Reg believes the pennies were a sign from heaven letting him know that he is not alone. The author writes how he wasn’t the only one but his family and friends also notice that they kept finding pennies too.

I believe this short storied is clear enough and well organized with details and support. The author takes us through important events that point to these fictional title pennies from heaven.

I pick this storied because I can relate to the loss of my grandmother. To be specific when my grandmother passed away I started to develop this habit to run away far away from home. Like a time I managed to escape from my house to play with other friends when suddenly I started to feel hungry, thirsty, and dehydrated because I left my home without eating. Unexpectedly the sun got hooter and I ask God to help and when I look at the floor there were twenty-five Dominican Republic pesos and bought a bottle of water and a donut. SO that’s why I like this storied because in the deepest time of our lives we can still find hope. I also like how in this storied he described what types of wives she was because that gives me an idea of what to include in my essay.

• My hometown was a wonderful (or choose your own adjective) place to grow up.

My hometown its like living next to a holliwood celebrity surrounded by an amusement park with running smiling kids in the park and a bright refreshing day during the summer.

• Laci had a rather eccentric style.

Laci wears baggy yellow shoes with crinkled yellow pants and a green bear leather shirt.

• Mr. Brown is the worst teacher I’ve ever had.

Mr. Brown is a teacher who does not explain any of the assignment and gives a lot of homework and if you say anything unimportant, he takes you out of class.

• The room seemed very institutional (or choose your own adjective).

when you walk into the room it feels like a nursing facility with white walls a single bed in the corner and the pills above the gray cabinet

Scene

When Tony was seven years old his grandmother passed away And was blamed by his aunt for her death. Therefore, Tony said: “I am leaving this house.”  His aunt then reply in an angry mood to leave because either way you are not part or our family I hate you, I hate you and I hate you. This was the harsh words Tony hear before leaving his home to his mother house that was miles away. But after a few days later Tony aunt received the news that his grandmother die by rat poising. Then she rush in search of Tony to ask him for apologize and ask Tony to forgive her and come back home to where he used to live with his grandmother, but Tony was too scared to go back. So Tony stated I forgive you, but I’m not coming back, and she rolled over and wiped the tears from her cheeks and left.

My theme proposal is about family/relationships. I choose this topic because I would like to share the past experience that almost dragged me to death and that people understand how can the death of a family member traumatize a child.

Some of the ideas that I am inspired to talk about are parenting because my mom had me at a young age with no experience of raising a child. Acknowledge their feelings because many times I just needed my parent to understand why I used to get easily angry and to help me. At last, I want to talk about some other issues I was facing.

Argunmentative:

• Can kids attempt suicide?

• After a family death is better to be apart?

• Its possible a kid can become violence enough to murther someone?

When I was six years old, my grandma loved me. Before she passed away, she spoke to our family and left them the responsibility of raising me. My aunt Ingrid blamed me for her death, and from that time on, I started developing anger issues. Moments before she appeared to feel sick, I escaped racing to the woods behind our home and my granny sprinted after me and grabbed me by the hand. Then in the afternoon she felt sick. I wondered what if a snake bit her in the woods. The reason I escaped was because I felt like i was in a a prison observing the other kids play outside and laugh all afternoon while I was stuck at home. That day I felt so guilty of my actions. I didn’t know how to explain to my family that when she ran after me in the woods I saw a serpent.

I remember seeing a serpent outside the house and in the forest. I kept thinking maybe the serpent was venomous and had bitten her. Sometimes a snake will show up to the house and try to fight me, and I used to manage to scare it away with a stick.

So when she died, I told my family that maybe it was the snake that bit her. When I said this, my aunt blamed my grandma’s death on me and she said to me, “you killed my mom, you don’t belong to this family anymore. Go elsewhere before you do more damage than what you have already caused.” I felt terrible. I didn’t know what to say or do because I was just a kid. I felt that my aunt was jealous because the last thing my grandma did before she died was sit me in her lap and tell the entire family to take care of me because at that time she was the only one who worried about me. But not long after her death did we really fine out what my grandma actually died of.

We all came to the realization that my grandma didn’t die because of a snake bite or from exhaustion and taking care of me but rather because of rat poison. After hearing this, my aunt was broken because she realized she had ran me out of the house, and she wanted to apologize, but I didn’t forgive her. Today I am 23 years old and I have forgiven her even though I have last connections with her since that day. If you were in my situation, would you forgive her?

I remember my first day coming to class I was excited to learn to read and write English. I was twelve years old and the only language I spoke at that was Spanish, I was never taught how to speak English. The first thing got to write was, Hi my name is Roosevelt, I’m from the Dominican Republic, live in St. Thomas, am twelve years old, and what is your name.’ So basically we just had to learn to introduce our self and after writing our introduction. I was really happy to learn something new on my first day and that I was being force to write which it was a good thing because I wanted to learn English. I couldn’t wait to tell my family when I get back home how much I had learned, and surely they will be surprise how fast I was learning. Little did I on my first years I was already writing sentences using the words what, why, who, why, when, where and how. I was surprised but didn’t know that didn’t matter how much I read and write I still had an accent. I try to hear my self and I thought about my self what a shame of my self I still haven’t learned to speak without an accent, I know I was being a little rough on my self, but I was only twelve years old at that time.

I decided to search for songs to read and memorize the lyrics since I thought it would’ve probably helped me get a read of my accent my sister room was next to mind, so she hears me throw the walls, and she laughs because how horrible I had to sound singing. Then I say to my self does even matter if I learn how to read or not, I ask. Loosely the next day I was in school and also realize that I wasn’t the only one who had an accent. My friends were battling the same problem as well so that make me feel more comfortable knowing that I have the capacity to learn how to write and read English, and it was normal. I also had a problem every time my teacher ask me to read she told me you need to slow down when you read you are not respecting the police when it turns red you need to stop. I was confused, and she explains the red is the punctuation mark it means you need to make a short stop before you keep reading and don’t miss the sign when you see a comma because surely you might end up in jail. She explains that it is important for us to understand this signs when we are reading and writing.

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