Find out about the author. How did they end up writing this particular book? How is the author's life reflected in the book?
In the Novel A Child Called It, Dave Pelzer’s life is not just reflected in the book, it is the book. All the experiences Dave faced as a character really happened to him. I think that this makes readers take the events much more seriously because anyone can write about child abuse, but you can only really tell people what it is like if you have experienced it. I did not know that the tortures made up by Dave's mom were real until I was about halfway done. It changed my whole perspective on the story. Something else that I think is significant about Pelzer’s life is that he was able to recover greatly from his childhood. This is actually one of the things that this book intends to show: how children are able to keep the will to stay alive in times of terror. I don’t know anyone who would be confident enough to say to the world the horrible things their parent or parents made them do. I think the reason that Pelzer is so open is that he knows that no one can be as bad as his mother, she may have had a positive affect on his future, but defiantly not his childhood. Because of what has been done to him, things can’t really get worse, they can only get better. Pelzer is the most optimistic person I have ever heard of, he didn’t have a good attitude, but honestly, if I had his mom, I don’t know it I could grow up with out making a few attempts to end my life. He as able to take these skills of optimism with him to adulthood and use them to become a far better person then either of his parents.
Pick a character that interested you and write about them in depth. You can also analyze a relationship between two different characters.
There are two different relationships between characters that are very significant. The first is the relationship between Dave and his father; the other is Between Dave’s dad and his mother. At first, Dave and his father had a very strong relationship; his father would offer protection with little in return. As time went on his father began to see that he was only being hurt by offering his son love. David’s mother began to gain more and more power over his dad until finally, they weren’t even allowed to talk to each other. His father lost confidence that they could escape together. As a result he began to only do things for himself instead of doing things for the benefit of them both. He would stay longer at work to escape from his wife.
Without his father, Dave didn’t have anything else to live for; his father was the only source of love in Dave’s life. With him gone, Dave had to learn to keep himself occupied; he did this with the struggle to live. His dad eventually left and David truly then had no one, just himself. On a few occasions he had love from his mom, like when she stabbed him and let him play with his brothers. Also when the person came to evaluate the safety of his mom. These relationships did not change for the benefit of David; they changed based on whatever his mother had to do. These ups and downs were one of the things that made David’s life so hard. He would adjust to having a nice mother, putting so much energy into making himself believe that she had changed, only to have her immediately go back to the tortures. This made it so hard because it would seem worse when going from happy to sad then from sad to sad.
What was the author's purpose(s) in writing this book, and how can you tell? How well was this purpose achieved?
I believe that the purpose Dave Pelzer had in writing this novel is very clear, he shows how someone’s personality can change drastically and dangerously, and to show how people can overcome adversity. Dave Pelzer, author, writes,
“The story has two objectives: the first is to inform the reader how a loving, caring parent can change to a cold, abusive monster venting frustrations on a helpless child; the second is the eventual survival and triumph of the human spirit over seemingly insurmountable odds.”
The second objective is easy to see. David is always struggling to stay motivated. He is blinded by his mother of a world outside the “madhouse” they live in. Little things keep him going; even the lies that he knew were not true. No matter what it took, David stayed as optimistic as someone could be in his situation. Of course, David is not like every child, some do not make it, fortunately, David was special, he kept himself busy by staying strong and not letting his mother get anything out of hurting him.
Of course there was another objective for the book, this one harder to see. Pelzer explains that he wrote the book to show how a caring parent can turn into a monster. Based on what I have read, I believe that this happened because there was so much stress on David’s mom to be perfect that she cracked and blamed all of her imperfections on David. Pelzer explains that a lot of the time parents take their anger out on their kids. The weird thing about this situation was that the mother, at one point was a loving, caring parent. Another possibility is that there could have been problems in the marriage between David’s mother and father. Because she is completely unable to harm a grown man, she hurts David instead. This may also be a reason that David’s father was completely unable to help; he felt like his son’s hardships might have been his fault.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I will be responding to the same question as last week:
What was the author's purpose(s) in writing this book, and how can you tell? How well was this purpose achieved?
I stand by what I said earlier, but now I believe I can find out even more expanding off of what a previously wrote. Dave Pelzer, author, writes,
“The story has two objectives: the first is to inform the reader how a loving, caring parent can change to a cold, abusive monster venting frustrations on a helpless child; the second is the eventual survival and triumph of the human spirit over seemingly insurmountable odds.”
The second objective is easy to see. David is always struggling to stay motivated. He is blinded by his mother of a world outside the “madhouse” they live in. Little things keep him going; even the lies that he knew weren’t true. No matter what it took, David stayed as optimistic as someone could be in his situation. Of course, David is not like every child, some don’t make it, fortunately, David was special, he kept himself busy by staying strong and not letting his mother get anything out of hurting him.
Of course there was another objective for the book, this one harder to see. Pelzer explains that he wrote the book to show how a caring parent can turn into a monster. Based on what I have read, I believe that this happened because there was so much stress on David’s mom to be perfect that she cracked and blamed all of her imperfections on David. Pelzer explains that a lot of the time parents take their anger out on their kids. The weird thing about this situation was that the mother, at one point was a loving, caring parent. Another possibility is that there could have been problems in the marriage between David’s mother and father. Because she is completely unable to harm a grown man, she hurts David instead. This may also be a reason that David’s father was completely unable to help; he felt like his son’s hardships might have been his fault.
What was the author's purpose(s) in writing this book, and how can you tell? How well was this purpose achieved?
I stand by what I said earlier, but now I believe I can find out even more expanding off of what a previously wrote. Dave Pelzer, author, writes,
“The story has two objectives: the first is to inform the reader how a loving, caring parent can change to a cold, abusive monster venting frustrations on a helpless child; the second is the eventual survival and triumph of the human spirit over seemingly insurmountable odds.”
The second objective is easy to see. David is always struggling to stay motivated. He is blinded by his mother of a world outside the “madhouse” they live in. Little things keep him going; even the lies that he knew weren’t true. No matter what it took, David stayed as optimistic as someone could be in his situation. Of course, David is not like every child, some don’t make it, fortunately, David was special, he kept himself busy by staying strong and not letting his mother get anything out of hurting him.
Of course there was another objective for the book, this one harder to see. Pelzer explains that he wrote the book to show how a caring parent can turn into a monster. Based on what I have read, I believe that this happened because there was so much stress on David’s mom to be perfect that she cracked and blamed all of her imperfections on David. Pelzer explains that a lot of the time parents take their anger out on their kids. The weird thing about this situation was that the mother, at one point was a loving, caring parent. Another possibility is that there could have been problems in the marriage between David’s mother and father. Because she is completely unable to harm a grown man, she hurts David instead. This may also be a reason that David’s father was completely unable to help; he felt like his son’s hardships might have been his fault.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Child Called It Author’s Purpose
When Writing A Child Called It, author Dave Pelzer intended to show child abuse from the eyes of a child to help people better understand why abused children experience problems socially, and just to raise awerness for the huge problem that is very much present in America.
Most of the time when we hear about child abuse, we don’t get much detail on what happened. Many would think that this is because the truth is to graphic, but in my opinion, to really understand how evil something is, you must see it at its worst. Recently in history we learned about Gandhi, something that helped his gain support was the press coverage of brutality from the British Empire against Indians. I believe this is a tactic that Pelzer uses to get support for his cause. Now, a child’s point of view may be very biased when it comes to child abuse, but at the same time, the child is the victim, and it is his view that matters. This is a reason that parents and guardians must be extremely careful because something small can cause a lot of damage on kid. Reading o hearing about Child abuse in the media does not give you an idea of how an event really happened. It may tell you, but a child called it shows you. If we hear, “A ten year old was forced to drink cleaning materials.” Our minds wanting to shelter us will fill in the blanks to make the situation not as bad as it really was. However, if we were to hear “Mother rammed the cold spoon deep into my throat… a moment later I couldn’t breath. My throat seized. I stood wobbling in front of mother, feeling as if my eyes were going to pop out of my skull,” We would see the event as what it really is. It went from a kid force to eat something that tastes bad, to a near death experience. After reading the first half of A Child Called It, almost everything I had thought previously about Child abuse changed.
When Writing A Child Called It, author Dave Pelzer intended to show child abuse from the eyes of a child to help people better understand why abused children experience problems socially, and just to raise awerness for the huge problem that is very much present in America.
Most of the time when we hear about child abuse, we don’t get much detail on what happened. Many would think that this is because the truth is to graphic, but in my opinion, to really understand how evil something is, you must see it at its worst. Recently in history we learned about Gandhi, something that helped his gain support was the press coverage of brutality from the British Empire against Indians. I believe this is a tactic that Pelzer uses to get support for his cause. Now, a child’s point of view may be very biased when it comes to child abuse, but at the same time, the child is the victim, and it is his view that matters. This is a reason that parents and guardians must be extremely careful because something small can cause a lot of damage on kid. Reading o hearing about Child abuse in the media does not give you an idea of how an event really happened. It may tell you, but a child called it shows you. If we hear, “A ten year old was forced to drink cleaning materials.” Our minds wanting to shelter us will fill in the blanks to make the situation not as bad as it really was. However, if we were to hear “Mother rammed the cold spoon deep into my throat… a moment later I couldn’t breath. My throat seized. I stood wobbling in front of mother, feeling as if my eyes were going to pop out of my skull,” We would see the event as what it really is. It went from a kid force to eat something that tastes bad, to a near death experience. After reading the first half of A Child Called It, almost everything I had thought previously about Child abuse changed.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Vignette Response
I will respond to Victor Liang’s, Melissa Ma’s, and Billy Lau’s Vignette
As I was reading the very first vignette I noticed that they chose to talk about family first. I believe they did this because your family defines who you are more then anything else. For example, if your parents beat you, you will most likely become a violent person, on the other hand, if your parents are nice to you, you will grow up to be a nice person. This, of course is a very general example, but the point is how a family acts towards a child defines the future of the kid.
An example of being defined by your parents is in Victor’s blog. He writes
“Unlike the old generations of Liangs, my siblings, my cousins, and I all realize our parent's flaws and have learned to behave unlike them. The main reason I am positive and caring towards others is because my father, a lot of times, isn't like that towards me, which I know makes me unhappy and left out in the world.”
This is an example of how you can learn. A lot of people say that you learn more from mistakes then examples. Victor’s generation has learned from the mistakes of his parents. Because of how they were raised, there is a better chance that they will become better adults. Now, of course the older generation isn’t naturally strict, but as a child, they may have seen that kids without rules lead bad lifestyles. When we become parents, there will still be problems with us, and in order to fix that, our kids will learn from our mistakes and become better adults.
This theme of learning from your parent’s mistakes appears again in Melissa’s post. She says
“But she said that if I did live with her, I would see Mickey Mouse everyday. I realize now that Mickey Mouse can't trick me.”
Once again, a child identifies the mistakes of their parents. Because Melissa was misled like this she will become a great adult. Later on in life, if faced with the decision of lying, chances are she will choose to be truthful because she has experience on the other side of the situation. The point of learning is not what happens to you, but what you.
Finally, Billy simply talks about the differences between him and his family members. He tells us that differences shouldn’t be gotten rid of, they should be celebrated. The theme of family shows up in many of the vignettes and is an important symbol of growth.
As I was reading the very first vignette I noticed that they chose to talk about family first. I believe they did this because your family defines who you are more then anything else. For example, if your parents beat you, you will most likely become a violent person, on the other hand, if your parents are nice to you, you will grow up to be a nice person. This, of course is a very general example, but the point is how a family acts towards a child defines the future of the kid.
An example of being defined by your parents is in Victor’s blog. He writes
“Unlike the old generations of Liangs, my siblings, my cousins, and I all realize our parent's flaws and have learned to behave unlike them. The main reason I am positive and caring towards others is because my father, a lot of times, isn't like that towards me, which I know makes me unhappy and left out in the world.”
This is an example of how you can learn. A lot of people say that you learn more from mistakes then examples. Victor’s generation has learned from the mistakes of his parents. Because of how they were raised, there is a better chance that they will become better adults. Now, of course the older generation isn’t naturally strict, but as a child, they may have seen that kids without rules lead bad lifestyles. When we become parents, there will still be problems with us, and in order to fix that, our kids will learn from our mistakes and become better adults.
This theme of learning from your parent’s mistakes appears again in Melissa’s post. She says
“But she said that if I did live with her, I would see Mickey Mouse everyday. I realize now that Mickey Mouse can't trick me.”
Once again, a child identifies the mistakes of their parents. Because Melissa was misled like this she will become a great adult. Later on in life, if faced with the decision of lying, chances are she will choose to be truthful because she has experience on the other side of the situation. The point of learning is not what happens to you, but what you.
Finally, Billy simply talks about the differences between him and his family members. He tells us that differences shouldn’t be gotten rid of, they should be celebrated. The theme of family shows up in many of the vignettes and is an important symbol of growth.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Esperanza's Future
The future for Esperanza is Mango Street. I believe that after she left, she had to express everything that had happened, in order to help those she left behind. She overcame her problems, the things that held her back. On page 103, Esperanza talks about overcoming. “One night a dog cried, and the next day a yellow bird flew in through an open window.” (103) In a previous post, I talked about windows and what they symbolize. I discovered that windows symbolize being held back. In the whole story Esperanza is being held back because she lives on Mango Street. Here she says that she breaks away when she says a yellow bird flew in through an open window. Although Esperanza thinks that mango street held her back, I think it helped her future. She learned more about herself by living on Mango Street than anyone else. Others say Mango Street as who they were. Those people ended up “in alleys” as the book put it. Esperanza allowed Mango Street to define her, but not take her. She used it as a learning experience, and because she learned, she left. Someone who saves the world needs inspiration, if they grow up in a perfect family in a perfect house on a perfect street, they will think the whole world is perfect. Esperanza sees what is wrong with the world.
Now for the question what does Esperanza do in the future? There is a chapter that says a lot about this question. Author Cisneros writes in the voice of Esperanza “Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.” (108) Esperanza later shares her ideas in the world. She says her house is clean as paper before the poem. This house in my opinion is a symbol. The symbol of a house also appears when she talks about her house on Mango Street. Houses, I think symbol growth. The house on Mango Street as been through much more, it has grown more than this new house. It has been shaped by Mango Street, it has inspiration. However this new perfect house hasn’t been shaped, it has a lack of inspiration, anyone growing up in it won’t change the world, they will grow up believing nothing needs to be changed. What Esperanza does in the future is she writes a book about everything that happens to her on Mango Street. She doesn’t write it for the others on Mango Street, she writes it for those who grow up in the houses that are quiet as snow. The ones who don’t see imperfection or problems. She writes to inspire those without inspiration. Esperanza realizes that living on Mango Street was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to her and her friends. In order to make the world a better place, she brings the one thing she always wanted to leave with her to the people of her future.
Now for the question what does Esperanza do in the future? There is a chapter that says a lot about this question. Author Cisneros writes in the voice of Esperanza “Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.” (108) Esperanza later shares her ideas in the world. She says her house is clean as paper before the poem. This house in my opinion is a symbol. The symbol of a house also appears when she talks about her house on Mango Street. Houses, I think symbol growth. The house on Mango Street as been through much more, it has grown more than this new house. It has been shaped by Mango Street, it has inspiration. However this new perfect house hasn’t been shaped, it has a lack of inspiration, anyone growing up in it won’t change the world, they will grow up believing nothing needs to be changed. What Esperanza does in the future is she writes a book about everything that happens to her on Mango Street. She doesn’t write it for the others on Mango Street, she writes it for those who grow up in the houses that are quiet as snow. The ones who don’t see imperfection or problems. She writes to inspire those without inspiration. Esperanza realizes that living on Mango Street was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to her and her friends. In order to make the world a better place, she brings the one thing she always wanted to leave with her to the people of her future.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Raising boys and girls
On several different occasions in The House on Mango Street, a novel by Sandra Cisneros, the idea that boys should be raised differently then girls appears. She believes this because of the different forms of adversity each gender faces in the future, and their overall position in society. In my opinion, girls and boys shouldn’t be raised the same because of a combination of these two reasons. I believe that women are viewed as weaker by others, and that causes a whole set of problems that boys will never have to deal with. Boys and girls need to be raised so they are prepared to meet the specific type of problems that their gender faces. For example, men, if not raised properly, will take advantage of women. This can get them into trouble with the law. At the same time society thinks that women are weaker, and because of that, there is more pressure on them making it easier for them to crack. After reading The House on Mango Street, I am sure that author Cisneros believes with me. The idea that men take advantage of women appears strongly in a vignette titled Red Clowns. After being sexually assaulted, main character Esperanza says,
“Sally, make him stop. I couldn’t make them go away. I couldn’t do anything but cry. I don’t remember. It was dark. I don’t remember. I don’t remember. Please don’t make me tell it all.” (100)
This is what Cisneros believes will happen if boys are not raised like they should be. She thinks that they will do what ever they want if not given guidelines. This is true on some occasions, but I think Cisneros might be coming of as slightly extreme. She seems to be giving readers the idea that almost all boys are like this, when in fact it is very few. She is saying that if unpunished for anything, a boy will become a monster. My opinion differs. I think that something must be grounded into a child’s mind to make them like this. People are not naturally abusive, but at a young age, their minds are in the hands of everything they see.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Overcoming Fear
Hungry Hungry Hippos
I looked at the hungry hippo standing on the water, it looked back at me. It wanted to eat me, my eighteen month mind knew that much. I was afraid, truly. As my parents urged me to go stand next to it and I cried in resistance. In the end they had managed to get me to stand on top of the crystal clear water right next to the animal. Next they said to me “Climb into the hippo’s mouth.” Were my parents crazy, I knew in the back of my mind that if I did, nothing would happen, but the fear overpowered my common scenes. Of course my cousin (who was with us by the way) climbed right into the mouth like it was something he did every day. I clearly wasn’t the brave one. I was an unstable little child. That did not change for a long long time.
Rainbows and Unicorns and Six Year Olds
The first five or six years of my life I hid. I hid from the other six year olds who were mean and wanted to hurt me. Instead of surrounding myself with those abusive children, I surrounded myself with girly things like rainbows and unicorns. Eventually I realized that what I wanted wasn’t to feel comfortable in the presence of stupid toys, it was to have real friends, so in the middle of my kindergarten year, I changed. I purposely changed almost everything that was
wrong with me. Instead of playing with unicorns, I played with action figures, instead of liking rainbows, I liked cool things like guns and war. Although I had changed, those six year olds never did. We were the same, but they didn’t treat me like it. We swam in the same crystal clear water, but I was at the other end of the pool, the shallow end. I was afraid of them, they didn’t see me as the same, they saw me as what I started out as. In my mind, I was them, in theirs, I played with unicorns.
Mischievous Cats
I loved those stories. About the cats. We all did. It was what I remember when I think about second grade. Almost every day we would anticipate a new story. They seemed so exciting at the time, but now e the rants of an easily distracted teacher. Even though I know they aren’t as amazing as they seemed, I would still go back to relive the innocence that allowed me to enjoy the unenjoyable. The cats seemed to be so perfect as they stayed away from things they didn’t like, even the clear water waiting to bath them. That was what I shared with everyone, it was what was so good about being children. Now it is different, I have no time for the cats.
Blow Silently
Seventh grade was the low point of my life. I had forced myself into situations that I couldn’t handle. I was terrified of one of my teachers. It was band that was so bad. I was a seventh grader in a whole class of eighth graders. There was enough pressure already. On top of that, the teacher was in-comforting. He would literally have temper tantrums and throw instruments against the wall. I, as a trumpet player had to empty the water build up in my instrument that after a few songs would appear. To do this I had to open a little valve and blow through the instrument. When the teacher grew angry, I still had to use this same process. When he heard someone emptying the water, he would scream at them, so I had to blow out of my trumpet as quietly as possible. I slowly would allow the clear water to leave the instrument, the water of the trumpet mixing with the sweat dripping from my for head. I wanted nothing more then for the period to end. When it did, I just went home scared not relieved.
Water and Fire
Water doesn’t always put out fire. Sometimes the opposite happens. I had stayed in the shallow end for to long. It was time to end everything wrong with me, all the mistakes I had made in my child hood. It was fear that kept me in the shallow end, nothing else. It was all in my head. What I did was simple. I had to get rid of what I was scared of. So I burned the water. The fire easily drained the pool. I saw the deep end, now it was all mine. I started walking towards it. It was so close. This is what I had wanted my whole life. One more step until I would be like everyone else. Instead of making that last step, I tripped. I was stuck on the declining slop between the two ends. It was good enough, I wouldn't fight for a different place any more.
The Hippo’s Mouth
I was moving on to High school. Because I decided to somehow be more then everyone else, I attended ASTI instead of a regular school. I was more ready for this then anything else in my life. I was so tired of trying to blend in and be unsuccessful, it was time to do something that would set me apart. I was to good for any other system. I remember that first morning. I woke up had a glass of water, and got ready to leave. On the way i was scared of course so I tried to think of other things like fire. When I arrived I remember walking up that slope at the entrance of College of Alameda. I didn’t trip. I got to the campus, said hello to a few old friends and met some new ones. When my phone told me it was time for class to start, I put my back pack on, climbed up the stairs, and walked directly into the hippo’s mouth.
I looked at the hungry hippo standing on the water, it looked back at me. It wanted to eat me, my eighteen month mind knew that much. I was afraid, truly. As my parents urged me to go stand next to it and I cried in resistance. In the end they had managed to get me to stand on top of the crystal clear water right next to the animal. Next they said to me “Climb into the hippo’s mouth.” Were my parents crazy, I knew in the back of my mind that if I did, nothing would happen, but the fear overpowered my common scenes. Of course my cousin (who was with us by the way) climbed right into the mouth like it was something he did every day. I clearly wasn’t the brave one. I was an unstable little child. That did not change for a long long time.
Rainbows and Unicorns and Six Year Olds
The first five or six years of my life I hid. I hid from the other six year olds who were mean and wanted to hurt me. Instead of surrounding myself with those abusive children, I surrounded myself with girly things like rainbows and unicorns. Eventually I realized that what I wanted wasn’t to feel comfortable in the presence of stupid toys, it was to have real friends, so in the middle of my kindergarten year, I changed. I purposely changed almost everything that was
wrong with me. Instead of playing with unicorns, I played with action figures, instead of liking rainbows, I liked cool things like guns and war. Although I had changed, those six year olds never did. We were the same, but they didn’t treat me like it. We swam in the same crystal clear water, but I was at the other end of the pool, the shallow end. I was afraid of them, they didn’t see me as the same, they saw me as what I started out as. In my mind, I was them, in theirs, I played with unicorns.
Mischievous Cats
I loved those stories. About the cats. We all did. It was what I remember when I think about second grade. Almost every day we would anticipate a new story. They seemed so exciting at the time, but now e the rants of an easily distracted teacher. Even though I know they aren’t as amazing as they seemed, I would still go back to relive the innocence that allowed me to enjoy the unenjoyable. The cats seemed to be so perfect as they stayed away from things they didn’t like, even the clear water waiting to bath them. That was what I shared with everyone, it was what was so good about being children. Now it is different, I have no time for the cats.
Blow Silently
Seventh grade was the low point of my life. I had forced myself into situations that I couldn’t handle. I was terrified of one of my teachers. It was band that was so bad. I was a seventh grader in a whole class of eighth graders. There was enough pressure already. On top of that, the teacher was in-comforting. He would literally have temper tantrums and throw instruments against the wall. I, as a trumpet player had to empty the water build up in my instrument that after a few songs would appear. To do this I had to open a little valve and blow through the instrument. When the teacher grew angry, I still had to use this same process. When he heard someone emptying the water, he would scream at them, so I had to blow out of my trumpet as quietly as possible. I slowly would allow the clear water to leave the instrument, the water of the trumpet mixing with the sweat dripping from my for head. I wanted nothing more then for the period to end. When it did, I just went home scared not relieved.
Water and Fire
Water doesn’t always put out fire. Sometimes the opposite happens. I had stayed in the shallow end for to long. It was time to end everything wrong with me, all the mistakes I had made in my child hood. It was fear that kept me in the shallow end, nothing else. It was all in my head. What I did was simple. I had to get rid of what I was scared of. So I burned the water. The fire easily drained the pool. I saw the deep end, now it was all mine. I started walking towards it. It was so close. This is what I had wanted my whole life. One more step until I would be like everyone else. Instead of making that last step, I tripped. I was stuck on the declining slop between the two ends. It was good enough, I wouldn't fight for a different place any more.
The Hippo’s Mouth
I was moving on to High school. Because I decided to somehow be more then everyone else, I attended ASTI instead of a regular school. I was more ready for this then anything else in my life. I was so tired of trying to blend in and be unsuccessful, it was time to do something that would set me apart. I was to good for any other system. I remember that first morning. I woke up had a glass of water, and got ready to leave. On the way i was scared of course so I tried to think of other things like fire. When I arrived I remember walking up that slope at the entrance of College of Alameda. I didn’t trip. I got to the campus, said hello to a few old friends and met some new ones. When my phone told me it was time for class to start, I put my back pack on, climbed up the stairs, and walked directly into the hippo’s mouth.
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