Chapter 2 – June 2
1984 was the year my parents decided we were coming to the US. Even though I lived a short life in my country I still didn’t want to leave 😔. My friends were there, my dads side of the family was there, my school was there and finally my dog was there… I couldn’t understand why my dog couldn’t come with us the US.
Long story short 😊 I started elementary 5th grade and I knew absolutely no English, both my teachers 👩🏫didn’t speak English either… so this was definitely a challenge.
It was so hard going to school, I suppose it was frustrating for the teachers to try to help me more because I didn’t speak the language… so one started pinching me every time I didn’t understand, sad isn’t it!
Fast forward to Jr. high 6th grade, I failed what they called the ESL tests (English levels) on purpose because I did not trust that I had learned the English good enough in 1 year. This time I got a bilingual teacher, she was great. I learned so much more because I wasn’t getting pinched LOL 😂
I made so many people from different cultures, I even learned a little Korean, French, and Philippine.
Fast forward to High School 9th grade, by this time I was fluent in English and straight A student. I really liked school and everything that came with it… I discovered drill team, cheerleading, flags, etc., all the dancing related activities. I decided I wanted to join, so I got permission from my parents and they game me permission YAY!!! I was so excited you have no idea, so I stayed after school everyday to learn the choreography… I was excited, exhausted, anxious, all at the same time. Tryouts day came, I did my thing in front of 7 ladies and I had to go home and wait for a call… me anxiously 🙏🏻sitting next to the phone 😬 and not letting anybody use it LOL and then RING the phone ☎️rings. It was the drill team captain 👩✈️CONGRATULATIONS ! Welcome to the Belmont Drill Team!! You can imagine what happened free that LOL everyone in my home thought I had gone crazy 😜.
During summer I met a boy and I fell over heels for him. We became boyfriend and girlfriend. He worked and took me to a lot of places I had never been to. He used to come over 2 times a week to see me and over the weekend.
My parents decided I couldn’t continue due to the cost for all the stuff I needed had gone up, our car had broken down and there was nobody to pick me up at 7:30pm after practice. My boyfriend paid for my drill team stuff since he worked and wanted to help, you can imagine how excited I was that I can continue staying after school to practice. Sad to say my excitement didn’t last 😢the car couldn’t get fixed so I had to drop out of drill team, you can imagine my disappointment. Life just took s turn for me, I rebelled and didn’t pay much attention in school anymore all I wanted is to be with this boy I had met. I started talking back to my parents, going to sleep late therefore not doing good in school. I was just very disappointed 😔 and a little angry, I didn’t understand at the time the reasons my parents had to pull me out. The big picture was that the area we lived in was dangerous, gang members were always out, rivals always doing drive by shootings, drug dealing, etc., now I understand but then I didn’t. Talking back to my parents and being disrespectful at one point got me a slap 👋🏼 on my face which had never in my life happened. I was punished, no boyfriend visits for 2 weeks… that didn’t sit so well with me and my attitude got worse. At this point I was so bad that my parents said he can no longer see me. I skipped school and decided my parents couldn’t keep me from seeing him, I felt they were taking something else away from me. I made a decision that changed my life forever, I was intimate with him and decided to get pregnant 🤰. Yes I know, what was I thinking 💭 obviously 🙄 I wasn’t.
I was only 15 when I got pregnant, 16 when I had my first child 👶, stopped going to school to care for my daughter, started working at a supermarket… obviously no time for school, so I thought. I tried to make my schedule perfect so I can return to school but it was very hard. When I managed to work around my schedule and returned to school after 1 year of not attending, it was only a matter of 3 months before I was not allowed to go to school anymore 😶. My boyfriend didn’t let me go to school anymore and since he would drive me there I had no choice but to drop out 😪.
Life is not easy, think before you take action, always second guess yourself if you feel it in your guts. I made bad decisions that led me to very painful situations but I’ve learned from them and do my best to make the right ones now. It’s never late to change the future, you cannot change the past.
I hope you continue to come back to get to know me.
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