Family and Major Life Problems
Katelynn O’boyle
English12 CP
Collins
8/28/13
PSE
My world. It’s something completely different, it’s complicated, confusing and stressful but that doesn’t stop me or bring me down. My world, my life, my experiences had made me a bigger, better person. I’ve gone though things I wouldn’t even want to wish on my worst enemy. I’ve gone through things some grown adults have not even experienced in their lifetime. I mean a few people can relate here and there but I never tell my whole story. I would never want pity from people or someone thinking the worst or even looking at me differently. What I’ve gone through doesn’t make me a different person? I’m still me, Just a stronger me. I don’t want others to know my struggles or my weaknesses. I don’t want people to know that we have lived paycheck to paycheck. I don’t want anyone to know any of that. That’s not who I am. I’ve learned my strength from my mother. I guess you can say I’ve learned everything from her. My mother had me at the age of 17. That’s how it all started; already coming into this world with a young mother having no idea how she is going to raise a kid on her own. A single teenage mom. My real, biological father was in and out of my life but I was young and naive I didn’t know what he ever did wrong. I was still a daddy’s girl. My mom was kicked out before she had me. But soon after she had me she was working, going to school and even had her very own apartment. All by the age of 18, without any help from anyone whatsoever. She was a baby having a baby in this crazy world. Proved to others that she just wasn’t another statistic she worked her way on up the totem pole, with no type of college degree. We both grew up together, she taught me things and I taught her things as well. We learned from each other every single day. We soon moved to Stockton. Yes I said it, Stockton Ca. we moved with my new stepdad and a new baby brother on the way. I was ecstatic; I’ve always wanted to be a big
English12 CP
Collins
8/28/13
PSE
My world. It’s something completely different, it’s complicated, confusing and stressful but that doesn’t stop me or bring me down. My world, my life, my experiences had made me a bigger, better person. I’ve gone though things I wouldn’t even want to wish on my worst enemy. I’ve gone through things some grown adults have not even experienced in their lifetime. I mean a few people can relate here and there but I never tell my whole story. I would never want pity from people or someone thinking the worst or even looking at me differently. What I’ve gone through doesn’t make me a different person? I’m still me, Just a stronger me. I don’t want others to know my struggles or my weaknesses. I don’t want people to know that we have lived paycheck to paycheck. I don’t want anyone to know any of that. That’s not who I am. I’ve learned my strength from my mother. I guess you can say I’ve learned everything from her. My mother had me at the age of 17. That’s how it all started; already coming into this world with a young mother having no idea how she is going to raise a kid on her own. A single teenage mom. My real, biological father was in and out of my life but I was young and naive I didn’t know what he ever did wrong. I was still a daddy’s girl. My mom was kicked out before she had me. But soon after she had me she was working, going to school and even had her very own apartment. All by the age of 18, without any help from anyone whatsoever. She was a baby having a baby in this crazy world. Proved to others that she just wasn’t another statistic she worked her way on up the totem pole, with no type of college degree. We both grew up together, she taught me things and I taught her things as well. We learned from each other every single day. We soon moved to Stockton. Yes I said it, Stockton Ca. we moved with my new stepdad and a new baby brother on the way. I was ecstatic; I’ve always wanted to be a big