My life in Writting..read if you want (UPDATED)

These are some of the essays ive been required to write for english

I KNOW MY WRITTING SUCKS..NO ONE HAS TO READ THIS..BUT SOME THINGS ARE INTERESTING..5 and 6 ARE MY BEST AND WERE THE MOST EMOTIONAL FOR ME TO WRITE

Chapter 1

The year I was born

by: Screw_it
1995 was a big year in many aspects. For the most part it became hectic but amazing. Many horrible things happened. Murders, crime, and natural disasters reeked havoc on the world. There were even two men who chose to bomb a federal building in Oklahoma City killing 168 people including innocent children. Lots of crazy and scary things were going on.


But the disaster that hit my family the hardest was the murder of Selena Quintanilla Perez in Corpus Christi, Texas. She was looking into embezzlement from her fan club when her manager shot and killed her. Its hardly believable by my outward appearance, but I am half Hispanic. My family has always been mistreated and cut down for being who we are. My heritage is so important to me. I take great pride in it. In my grandma’s eyes, Selena was a queen. She was everything my abuela wished to be. She struggled all her life not to feel ashamed of who she was. She was forced to leave her school at the age of eight to work secretly as a migrant farmer to help support her parents and four younger siblings. They lived in makeshift, cardboard homes and worked under nightfall for almost five years as they ventured from Corpus Christi, Texas to Ft Wayne, Indiana. Because of this, she is extremely strong and independent, but she can barley read and write in English and not at all in Spanish. Her parents wanted her to blend in with the white kids. They refused to teach her proper Spanish and barley knew English at all. Selena’s life and position brought hope to my grandma. She found a new respect for herself and her own heritage. She finally saw the possibilities of who she could become. Selena became her idol. My grandma was very hurt when Selena was murdered. She felt her pride falter. But she moved past it. She thought the best way to honor her was to take pride in who she was. She found new strength. It is because of my grandmother that I am so proud to be me. I love who I am and who I can be. My grandma’s strength is my inspiration and Selena gave her that. Someday I wish I can be like my grandma and somewhat like Selena too.


Selena’s death was horrible for many people but it eventually gave my grandma strength and then me later on. In September of 1995, I was born and brought a little extra light to the world. 1995 was a very dark and scary year but I cherish it deeply in my heart.

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