My childhood can be very blurry when it wants to be but I can always figure out something by a little memory I have and just ask my mom what it was pertaining to. Like many other people my mother was the first one that taught me how to read until I got to school. My mom has always explained to us that she tried her best when it came to educating my siblings and I whether it was  herself or finding the best people to do so. I remember three teachers that has had a huge impact on my life educationally which was Ms. Alvarado my Pre-K teacher, Ms. Dee Dee my kindergarten teacher and Ms. Winton my first grade teacher. These three women helped not only me but my siblings become who we’re now just by doing their jobs. 

I was lucky to have the privilege of going to private school on my mother’s dime so that I was able to have the best education so I was able to have opportunities that my mother never had. Those previous amazing ladies I named worked their butts off making sure that me and every student was reaching the goals we needed to be prepared for the grade ahead of us. I have always been able to ask for help when it came to my reading because my mother is also a book worm. Any book that we had in school from the 8th grade and further she has probably already read at least five times. I’m actually happy that she happened to be a bookworm because I don’t think I would have passed my English classes if it wasn’t for her helping comprehend the books that were given to me during school. 

English especially reading has always been my weakness and if you were to ask me it’s because I haven’t been interested in what has been given to me so I didn’t necessarily retain anything I was supposed to read but if you were to ask my mother she would say I’m not reading the book to understand the book on a personal level but that I’m reading the words just to get to the end. I never really understood what she meant by that because she used to say it often. She started noticing the trouble I was having when it came to reading so she even brought a book title” how to read”. The book explained how to properly read a book and the different ways to take something from the book when reading and finished. I never really read the book though because it does seem weird to read a book on how to probably read a book if you get what I’m saying. I appreciate her effort though because it helped while it lasted. 

The last person I believe helped me when it came to reading what my freshman year English teacher Ms. Turman which was also my junior year teacher. I say she has a role in my life when it comes to me learning how to read because she helped me fully understand why it’s important to actually read a book or a piece of literature no matter if I wanted to or not because there was always something you can take from someone perceptive or experience.. I learned a lot from the amount of literature she had shared with me and other students. I can honestly say that I can keep everything she taught me with me for the rest of my life.

Change Isn’t Easy !!!

Has there ever been a thing that played a significant part in y’all’s life and was never realized until it was taken away? Like having this feeling that there is apart missing and tried everything and still feel weird. Well, I never realized that being having the ability of having my little adventures after class when I had free time or when I had free time with my friends was a valued part of me. I never realized that the small thing I wasn’t appreciating were the same thing that made me whole as a person. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always valued the daily activities I was able to do after class don’t get me wrong because I knew there were people that didn’t have the ability like I had. Little did I understand that that ability I had will soon be taken way in an instant.

My day to day went from being in class everyday and trying to find ways to stay in my resident because I had the ability to make that decision to having that same ability taken away and having to deal with it because the pandemic started. The last day I attended class in the building was in mid-March which sadly was the same day I was beginning my season for girl’s baseball. I was extremely happy that day I can still remember all the energy the team and I had, and there wasn’t anything that could calm us. By the end of classes when things were wrapping up, we were all called to head to the gym. We were all extremely scared because the last time that happened, we had been told the news that our principle passed away which happened to be a traumatizing time for many of us. We were instructed to stay in our residents for the week and starting that day all athletics and activities were canceled and we were in disbelief that this is what our last year was going to be like.

This pandemic did change many lives all in different ways and many to an extreme extent. Many had difficult things happening in their lives and made in building classes and the activities given as an escape. Meaning when having all of that taken away in an instant might have affect others in a bad way. This pandemic didn’t just change the physical thing that many had the ability of doing but even the mental apart to many lives. Being in the pandemic has played apart in the mental psyche and might even heighten things that many were hiding such as their depression and anxiety. I happened to be apart of the many lives that were mentally affected by this pandemic and it isn’t easy. I realized by mid-June that things were going to change whether I wanted it to happen or not and I have to deal with it. I had to learn that change happens and that challenges will be present to me and its fine if I struggle if I put my best into it that all that matters.