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only place that ever felt like home was school. Every morning I would wake up
in a hotel room eager to hurry up and catch the bus to go to school. The reason
that I was so eager to go to school is because it was that one place where I
could go and get my mind off things that were going on with my family. School
was basically a safe zone for me, but only for 8 hours. Then it was back to the
same problems again and back to the hotel.
School was also the one place where I could see my friends regularly after we were evicted. On the other hand the situation I was going through was an embarrassment. I didn’t know whether I should tell my friends or not. I felt like if I was to tell them they would judge me and my family. But then when I thought about it, and said to myself that’s life and things happen. If they were my real friends they would stay by my side no matter what. Eventually I did tell my friends and by my surprise some understood what I was going through and went through the same situation once just like me.
Being homeless made me realize that things happen for a reason. By my family sticking through these problems together it only brought us closer as a family and it defiantly made us stronger than ever. If this would have never happened who knows we my family would have ended up at. By everyone being able to help my family and I when we were homeless by giving us food and clothing when we needed it, as I got older I began to give back to the community in way. Around winter time I would volunteer at a homeless shelter and serve them food and hand out clothing. Being homeless changed the person that I am today.
School was also the one place where I could see my friends regularly after we were evicted. On the other hand the situation I was going through was an embarrassment. I didn’t know whether I should tell my friends or not. I felt like if I was to tell them they would judge me and my family. But then when I thought about it, and said to myself that’s life and things happen. If they were my real friends they would stay by my side no matter what. Eventually I did tell my friends and by my surprise some understood what I was going through and went through the same situation once just like me.
Being homeless made me realize that things happen for a reason. By my family sticking through these problems together it only brought us closer as a family and it defiantly made us stronger than ever. If this would have never happened who knows we my family would have ended up at. By everyone being able to help my family and I when we were homeless by giving us food and clothing when we needed it, as I got older I began to give back to the community in way. Around winter time I would volunteer at a homeless shelter and serve them food and hand out clothing. Being homeless changed the person that I am today.
I think being homeless has probably created an "armor" for you; being able to block out bad thoughts and reactions from people and allowing you and your family to turn inward and protect yourself from the volatile word outside, right?
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful writing. Keep it coming. And think about providing a bit more textual structure: multiple paragraphs with introduction--detailing--concluding, and maybe even dabble in the formatting so that you have the opposite of an academic paper: single spaces for tight paragraphs with a small space in between. I can help you with that!