Mr. Williams

Mr. Williams affected my life by simply being a really nice principal, a principal that I can trust, and confide. I think that many students in Hoover trust Mr. Williams a lot as well as I do. It’s just the fact that he opens him self to others and to his students, and that makes students open up to him as well.

            I’ve been in a school where I hardly tell my problems. When I was in Monroe Clark Middle School, from what I remember, the principle was not nice, or in other words, cool. If you compare this Hoover principal with the one from middle school there’s a difference. You don’t have to be the nicest principal on earth but, at least show them you care. Show your students that you really care and that you’ll try to help them out in school and try to have a good education.

            I don’t have an unforgettable memory of him, but I have had a conversation with him. Every time I talk to him he seems to show me that he’s paying attention. I’ve had teachers where you’ve been trying to talk to them and they seem to ignore you for as long as they can. Or, they just seem to forget about after your teacher told you that he’d be there in five minutes.

           

Hoover Memories

I think I can remember everything from freshman year up to senior year. I might not remember certain little things but the most memorable ones I’ll keep them in my memories. When I was a fresh man I remember I use to be a very shy girl. I would seat in the front of the class or in the middle. I was also very nice and friendly. Some how, later on in sophomore year, I had a couple of problems with this girl I disliked for years and years. So, one beautiful afternoon, she got to my last nerve that I wanted so bad kick her a**. Somehow she wanted to talk things through, so we did. From that day on I didn’t talked to her or nothing to do with her. She was just a very annoying, conceded, and spoiled little brat. But, I learned to move on from that topic. Now we are just like any random people in the streets.             During my sophomore year, I was a very good student. I always finished my work on time. But, by the end of my sophomore year I lagged it a lot. I didn’t felt like doing my work at all. Whenever I wanted to finish my work I would wait until the last minute to finish it and turn it in. That’s when I realize that I was procrastinator. I haven’t change from that. I’m still doing things until the last minute. Maybe later on in my life I’ll grow out of it.             Later on in my junior year, I didn’t do anything. I did most of my work. From 100% of homework I did only like 15%. Some how I pulled it off and passed. In my junior year, I have to admit that I ditched my classes almost every day. I get dropped off at school in the morning. From there I would wait for my friends to get there. If one of them said that they didn’t felt like going to first period then all of them would ditch first period. We would end up going to Jack in the Box, or to the beach, or a park in La Jolla or any random place we wanted to go. Until one day, one of my friends got caught ditching, that’s when the school attendance would call to the student’s house and report them absent. So because we weren’t aware of our mistakes, one of them ended up getting caught and that’s when we decided to not ditch any more. Jet again, I passed junior year, I don’t know how, but I passed.            Senior year was a very calm year. It’s the year I wont forget. I was in the home coming float, and class of 07 won once again. On the day of the Home Coming Dance was the same date that my boyfriend and I started to go out. Ever since we’ve been together for seven months, seven happily months. My friends were a little distant because of senior exhibition but when they were done with theirs I was the one who was more distant from them. Now, that’s over, and we are closer than before. Senior, junior, sophomore, and freshman year are the years I would never forget.   

What is truth?

 

There’s times when I don’t know if what I’m doing in life it’s right, and if it’s right, then how do I know if it’s true. There are many things rushing through my head right now about what I’m doing here, right now, in this world, and in this situation. There’re questions that you ask your self and you are lost in your own question because you can never find the answer.

            I don’t know who decides what is right and if it’s true. God is involved in this. But, jet again we don’t even know if we’re going to find out if it’s true or just the fact that we are use to what ever our parents tells us, or what we get from story books or on the web.

            We all make this little mistake, we are so confide that when something is true, it’s true, but then we find out that it’s not true, and it just doesn’t fit in our heads. For example, my friend is seventeen years old. She was a good student who earned A’s or B’s only. But then she told me that she was pregnant, and when she was pregnant I watched her baby growing in her stomach, and I still couldn’t believe it and it was true, she was pregnant. She had her baby a few weeks ago, and I still cant believe it.

            There was this time that my mom and my brother decided to go to the beach over at La Jolla. Some thing horrible happened over at the beach. I noticed it on my mother’s look that she didn’t wanted to talk about it. I even asked my brother and he didn’t wanted to talk about it either. I didn’t bother to ask again cause they where going to keep on denying it. I was convinced that they were hiding something from me but I just couldn’t believe that my own mother would hide something from me. So, what I thought was that they were playing around with me until I decided to ask my mom again of what happened that day. My mother’s eyes filled up with tears and started crying and crying non-stop. That’s when I started to believe that something bad did happen over at the beach. My mom told me to sit down that what she was going to tell me was going to take it very hard. She told me that my brother was pulled into a swirl in the water while he was swimming. My mom’s reaction was to go after my brother and try to get him out of the water because he was drowning. Fifteen to thirty minutes passed and they where both drowning. My mother gets out by miracle or a force of magic, the thing is that she gets out, but my brother is still stuck in the swirl, drowning and trying to swim up to get air. Fifteen long minutes passed, and the rescuers had pulled him out of the water.

            Things like the one my brothers experienced are hard to believe but they’re also true. I still couldn’t believe it, but it did happened. The good thing is that my brother is ok and as well my mom is still alive. Now, I’m trying to be more with them than ever. We usually don’t know what we have until it has run off out of our hands. That’s for sure a fact and true.

Important person

Reyna Alicia Ramirez, a women that’s a hard worker, who cares and loves her children and she’s willing to give up anything for them. That woman is my mother. I’ve seen how hard she works, and I know how much she has suffered. Right now she’s been having problems with her eyes. She has this layer of tissue growing out over her iris, which could leave her blind. She’s been having four operations to remove the tissue that’s blocking her eye vision. Jet again it keeps on growing.

            My mother is a very important person in my life. She’s also the reason why I’m in school. Back when I was a junior year, I felt like giving up school and not going back. But just seeing her situation that she’s in, I think I can help her out of it. I would do anything in order for my mother to have a better vision. My mother is a young woman that wants to live and that she’s trying hard to get a better life for her children.

            My mom has helped me a lot in my school years. And I know that if I need some one to talk to, I will always run to her, if I need a shoulder to lean on, she will be there to give me one to lean on her, she will try to calm me and try to make feel better.

            Four years ago, my mother and I didn’t get along. I didn’t want to see her ever again. If she will call to my house, I would never pick it up the phone or I’ll just give it to my brother to answer. It was a horrible relationship back then. But then sometime around April, I bumped into her at the Mission Valley Mall. So as soon as we saw each other we started crying. I didn’t get to see my mom for nine months straight. But when we saw each other again, I forgot of what she did to me, and I decided to forgive her.

            Now, up to this date, we’re like best friends. We talk every day on the phone and whenever I want to see her, I would go to her house and have a little conversation with her. On the weekends we hang out and go out to where ever she wants to take me or where ever we feel like going to.

            My mother is a person that I look up to. She’s given me courage to stay in school and continue going to school. If it wasn’t for her I would of given up already. My mom is also a reasonable person and she’s some one I can talk to about anything that goes around in my life. She’s my role model and I would do anything to make my mother proud of me.

Future Memories, hopes, dreams, and goals

I think the future holds what ever you put as effort in school, work and anything that you have achieve. The more you practice it, the more you’ll get better at it. I can predict my future up to this point. Working full time, applying for colleges and keep on working hard so I can get whatever I want out of life.

By the time I leave high school I’m planning to work full time so I could safe some money. While I’m working, I’m planning to apply to a couple of community colleges. Once I graduate from a two-year community college I’m planning to transfer to a four-year college. I want to study everything from mechanical engineering up to bigger machines or engines.

If I put the effort in my goals, I don’t think the situation is going to get worse. I mean people don’t fail if they work hard for what they really want. People seem to accomplish their dreams because they want to be something better in life or some one inspires them in particular. Me, on the other hand, I have my mother to look up to. I know my mother’s life back wards and forwards. She’s been around danger and close to death too. She’s the reason why I stay in school and why I’m trying to get the best so I could give her best there is in the world. My mother suffers of a tissue that’s growing over her iris.

Many people don’t know what they have until it’s been taken away from them. That’s when people realize what they really had was a very valuable and something they want back when it’s too late. Up to this date I’m thankful of having my parents here on earth, they’re not together as a couple but, at least I have them both.

Five, ten, or fifteen years from now, I see myself working as a mechanical engineer, and owner of a body shop. I love cars, even though my parents aren’t ok with the fact that I want to be a mechanical engineer and that they want me to become something way better than that, I’ll continue with my passion and effort with engines, and chassis, and everything that has to do with cars. There’s a “maybe” in future life. I want to become a NASCAR racer. And I’m going to try everything possible in order for me to get into NASCAR.

All I have to do in order to get what I want is to try my best and just don’t give up. Any one can get what they want as long as they put the effort in it. There’s many ways to get into NASCAR. I could do research or call them, apply or write to the company or their sponsors. But, that will be later.

Birth Story

The day I was born, it was in the after noon, on a Thursday, around five o clock in April 27, 1989. My parents told me that I was really spoiled. Whenever I wanted a candy my dad would go out to the store and buy me candy at midnight or later than midnight. Also, I was told that I was really attached to my dad. Every single time that I cried, I would always wanted my dad to carry me. When my father left to work I would want to go with him. But, that’s what my mom says. My dad says the same thing about me, but in a better way.

When it came to the point of naming me it was a hard decision. My parents wanted to call me Monserat. I have no clue what in the world that means. But, yeah those crazy parents of mine wanted to call me some weird, random name I don’t even know what it means. Later on, my mom didn’t like the name because people were making fun of my name, so they decided to call me Stephanie. My dad came up with the name. Back then there was this famous celebrity named Stephanie Salas. I’m sure, but I think she was a singer or something. Anyhow, I ended up with the name Stephanie. I really like my name. It has this mood and I like the fact that my name is long, and that’s what I really love about my name. It’s a very common name.

            I also remember a couple of bruises I’ve had in my child hood. I remember when I was four, my mom use to iron on the bed. So, when my mother was ironing, the iron was on and really hot, and my mother had left it sitting on the bed while she was turning the clothes on the other side for her to iron the other side of the pants. While the hot, burning iron was sitting there on my mothers’ bed, I decided get on the bed with my mom. The iron slanted when I got on top of the bed and fell right on top of my left arms. The funny thing is that I don’t remember crying or screaming. Basically, I don’t remember the pain. I do remember my dad getting really mad and went out side, into his car until he calmed down. My father never liked me getting hurt; I guess no parent would like to see his or her kids getting hurt.

            My life is not nor good or bad, but it’s better than what I would want it to be. The majority of people in the world don’t have a roof to live on. I’m grateful that I have my mom and my dad with me, and that I get to see them all the time. My life hasn’t changed that much, just the part that my parents aren’t together it really doesn’t border me anymore. I realized that is for the best and I understand their situation. 

Why do bad things happen to good people?

Luck it’s not always around. It comes to certain people at certain time. But, things happen to good and bad people, that way they don’t live in that situation where everything is good. When bad things happen to good or bad people they seem to learn from that experience even though if it’s a very bad situation.  

            The world works in many ways and in fair ways. Every one says that life is not fair, but it is. It all depends on the effort you put in it.

            We are responsible for our own actions and we know better when we commit something wrong. We just ignore it or we simply don’t care. From my believes we do have a god and I don’t think he wants some thing bad happening to us, I think he just wants to realize what our mistakes are and to learn from them.

What is Knowledge? How do we learn?

When we learn we keep it permanently in our minds, and as long we keep on using those practices we will learn it by memory. For example, I use to know all the continents of the whole world and the states also. But, that was when I was in the eighth grade. Now, I don’t remember anything not even the states of the
U.S.

            We process this information by practicing it, or if something unforgettable happens then we keep it deep in our memories. Some times we seem to remember certain things because either we haven’t experience it before or it’s something new that we keep in mind. Another experience I lived was the first time when my dad taught me how to change the brakes of the car that I use. To tell you the truth, changing brakes of the car is not that hard. Piece of cake! You can do it by your self. And you don’t need to go to any shop to get your brakes change. But, you do need a place big enough to change them. That was a new experience, and now I know how to do it.

            The best way to remember something is by practicing it. For me, the best way to remember vocabulary words I write over and over again until my hand writes them automatically. I would recommend that practice. It helps a lot!

Does technology make our lives better?

Technology does make our lives easier no in days. But, I think we shouldn’t depend on technology to make our lives easier because one day there will be a day without technology to helps us out. I’ve experienced a day without a laundry machine. One day I decided to do laundry and so I put the clothes in the machine wash, but, turns out that the washing machine didn’t work. Apparently I wasn’t aware of that. So I leave for twenty minutes and then I notice that the soap is still there in the washing machine. So what I did, I grabbed my clothes and headed home and washed it there in my bathroom. This happened two months ago. This is my point exactly; you never know when technology or any type of machines will let you down.

            We do use technology for good and bad. War is now the one major thing that is using a lot of machines for bombs and weapons. Money and other unknown types of support goes to the marines, air force, and the army, if the war wouldn’t existed at any moment, that money would have been a good use for students that would like to see how the U.S. force works, similar things like that. But now money is going to waste because of a stupid war. Yes, it’s true; we use our knowledge and our technology for bad and worse. It also hurts others.

            Like I said, we shouldn’t focus on technology, and sacrifice everything to make a better and easier life. If you want to make a change, then use it for good, not for destroying and killing. You will hurt your self and others around you.  

What is Memory?

What is memory? How does memory work? Can we trust our memory? Do our memories stay the same or do they change over time? Why do we seem to remember somethings better or more clearly than others? Do we choose what to remember?            Memory is something that has been carbed in your head for as long as you can remember. It can also be something that you can’t never forget, or it can be sad, trajic, horrible, even a night mare.            Memory works by our brain. The brain works in a specific way that other scientist or doctors may be able to explain. It’s like a computer. You have to reset the computer every once in a while, other wise it might loose information that’s really important. But the thing about computers is that it stays there permanantely. Us humans, in the other hand, we seem to have difficulty remembering what we need. Even the most important things we forget.             I wouldn’t trust in my memory aslong I’m a 100% sure of it. When it comes to tests, my memory is not very good. But that doesn’t happen in all tests. Math test are very clear, my memory is very good at math tests.            I think that our memories do change from time to time. Many people forget things easily because they don’t practice it or they just don’t repeat it in their heads in any other way. For example, me, I use to play the key board, not that good but I knew how to play a cupple of songs in it. It’s been three years that I haven’t touch a piano or a key board, and now that I finaly got it out of my closet, I don ‘t remember anything. But I’ll come back.

            When our memories remember certain things better that others, it might be because we haven’t experienced it before and when we try new things, that’s why it stays in our minds. I remember the first time I wen to Universal Studios, or when I wen to Disney Land, or my first time going to the Casino. Those are good and very nice memories. But there’s been very bad and unforgetable memories that I have in my head and I just can’t seem to forget about it. At the time, I think that even unforgetable and horrible memories can help you through out your life. We don’t chose what to remember but other times it depends. When we want to remember something really important or a use for a test, we practice it or write it down a cupple of times to make sure that we know it by heart and we don’t forget it. I my opinion, I’ts up to us if we want to remember or not, but some times we remember it atomatically.