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- From the Fort Worth school district
Fort Worth, Texas – Sandra Snider teaches English Language Arts and Social Studies at Fort Worth ISD’s Success High School. In conjunction with the study of the novel The Kite Runner, Ms. Snider asked her students to write autobiographical sketches centering upon treasured personal memories.
Javier Aguilar
English 4b, Per. 8
Ms. Snider
Where I’m From
I am from getting home late at night everyday from work since I was thirteen;
from a father leaving us to fend for ourselves;
from a little brother crying every time mom left for fear of being abandoned;
from growing up too soon, and suffering the consequences on my own;
from a little sister who has had to grow up too fast to help me with my baby;
from wondering what, or if, I’m going to eat and stay and do tonight and tomorrow;
from having to suffer through a lot of unnecessary things because I’m too proud to ask for help;
from having no problem with just a few hours of sleep a week in order to see my son laugh, and to know that nobody helped me to get what I have;
but above all, I am from the happiness of knowing that there might be a tomorrow, and what I could accomplish that day.
Jessica Mason
English 4B
Where I’m From
I am from mom’s country, vegetable soup, from granny’s apple pie, home-made peach cobbler and dad’s deer stew.
I am from the quiet “house in the country,” with neighbors who live miles away.
I am from the big, brown oak tree, the multi-colored gardenias my mother tended in the front yard.
I am from Sunday dinners at grandmas’ and hazel eyes, from Debbie, and Uncle James, and my Daddy Billy, who was never caught without cowboy boots on his feet.
I am from the stubborn and the friendly, who never meet a stranger.
From “Quit whining!” and “Don’t be such a spoiled brat.”
I am from a family who never went to church, except for special occasions, but always uttered the Serenity Prayer when life seemed tough.
I am from a town too small to be on the map, and a mom who I am a spitting image of, delicious blackberry cobbler and pork chops straight out of the frying pan.
From the strong-willed, determined mom, who hit life’s hardballs when they flew ninety miles per hour straight at her, the outgoing and the straight-forward grandmother who spoke freely, and the person I can blame for every time I have put my foot in my mouth.
I am from a wall camouflaged with family portraits, from the many poses in my scrapbook and collages.
From a small, close-knit family, whose hard- working hands seem to show through in the ways I also work for what I want.
Abundio Valdez
“Where I’m From”
I am from the place where people work hard for their earnings.
I am from Fort Worth Texas, The Lone Star State, where we have state fairs, go- carts, theme parks, and much more.
I am from the plains of green grasses, and a lot of cows and horses running wild and free through the land where bluebonnets grow.
I am from where we cook tortillas with beans, along with so many more exotic and spicy foods.
I am from where everyone respects each other and helps each other out.
I am from the neighborhood where cars are painted with glitter, with wheels that have big chrome rims which look like mirrors; really beautiful.
I am from where you don’t, or better not, stab somebody in the back!
I am from a place where everyone loves one other; especially, family members.
I am from where, if you want big houses or cars, you’ve got to get up and put some effort into it!
Luchie Abdal-Khallaq
English 4B
Where I’m from
I am from a broken home; from heaven and hell!
I am from the home where a child died, and a woman came alive.
I am from the yellow roses that bloom late, and from the prickly grass that stands up straight.
I am from heart- wrenching moments when I don’t want to be alive, and from the crazy Arubians and the Haitians with the “chinky” eyes.
I am from Esha and Rosie, the divine lionesses of our pride.
I am from the hugs, kisses, and pinching of the cheeks; from the gossip to the compliments, and from the “Who does she think she is?”
I am from the “You can do whatever you want!” and from the “What happened?” and “What have you done?”
I am from the West Indian Christian whose bible acts as her shield, the one who teaches her cubs how to make evil yield.
I am from Boston, Mass.; from Aruba and Haiti.
I am from chicken and beef; from seafood and gravy.
I am from the “Woman, please! You need to get up off of me!” and from the “Honey, don’t let him treat you like you are not worthy!”
I am from all of the “goods” and the “bads” and from all of the “happys” and the “sads”.
I am from Esha and Jack and from Rosie and Jake.
I am from all of my ancestors who now smile upon me from heaven’s gates.
Note: Success High School was established in 1995 as a dropout recovery school under Franklin Burkley. The night program allows students who work in the day or need help with small children to come after normal hours and receive an equal high school education.
In 2002 Success combined with Newcomer Career Academy, which served recent arrivals from other countries desiring a high school diploma. All classes meet standard requirements and have full accreditation.