Mrs Perez Narrative

Maria Moreno: What a creep, to leave his family for his mistress I’ve heard those stories too many times.

Cortes reported to be the oldest of two children born to Alfredo and Isabel Cortes. He reports that he and his younger brother, Andres Cortes (20), were raised by both parents. He states that he has three half siblings on his father's side. He reports experiencing no abuse or neglect during his upbringing. He advises that Mr. Cortes is a retired New Jersey State employee and Mrs. Cortes works at Crown Clothing (Vineland, NJ). He denied any episodes of drug or alcohol abuse by parental

1. Angel B. Perez makes an argument that students must learn to fail in order to get into college. This makes me think that are some colleges not goingto accept me if Idon't reveal that yes, like many students Ihave failed a class. Ifeel that as it is important to open up to your failures,it shouldn't affect your thought process on what college or career you would pursue. Failure is somethingwe should definitely learn from and accept but do we all accept it? "

Originally from Durango, Durango Mexico, Veronica Mendez Nunez is 17 years old born on March 20, 1998 that migrated to the United States of America when she was 10 years old. As the Europeans did back in 1492, Veronica and her parents came to the USA looking for a better life quality. The opportunities in the united states of american are bigger as every body knows and Veronica is willing to take advantage of that. Currently residing in Sylmar California,

An orphaned young girl teams up with a former enforcer, as they are pursued by a ruthless Mexican mobster. BRIEF SYNOPSIS MARIA SANCHEZ (10) finds her life shattered when DESGRACIADO (55), a Mexican mobster involved in drug smuggling and prostitution, bursts into her home looking for the money that her father, Greco, stole. Her mother, CHELLA SANCHEZ, makes Maria hide under the sink curtain. Maria is armed with knives. Desgraciado and his henchman search the apartment.

As a third and fourth grader, I participated in choir. I enjoyed it then but decided to stop so that I would have more time for homework. In the beginning of seventh grade, when it came time to decide if you want to join choir, Maria Abbulone and I chose to sign up. We thought it would be a fun experience because we enjoy singing, and we had done it in past years. As choir practices began, Maria and I thought that it would be a fun experience for the year, and we might decide to do it in eighth grade. As the choir kicked into full swing, everything was going well.

I don’t recall if you remember but we met about a year ago. My daughter’s name is Julia Talamo and she is going into 11th grade. She has been here since freshman year and is very happy with the atmosphere of the school. As you already know she has been on the swim team placing at finals states since freshman year and swimming is a big part of her life. However, over the past 8 months we realized that Julia was struggling. The stress of such a wonderful but rigorous academic life was taking slowly taking over her positive and lively attitude. We noticed that she was very anxious all the time. We tried to help her but as a determined girl she is she put on a smile and pulled through with all of her responsibilities. However, during

Mrs. Sofia is a 46-year-old Hispanic female. Mrs. Sofia moved to the United States six months ago from the Dominican Republic. She moved with her family to Connecticut to better their lives and for greater job opportunities. Mrs. Sofia works at the local high school as a housekeeper. Mrs. Sofia is happily married with two daughters, one son, and she lives with her parents. Mrs. Sofia is very close with her family. Mrs. Sofia stated, “My family is the biggest part of my life and support system”. Mrs. Sofia’s primary language is Spanish, but can speak some English. Mrs. Sofia and her family believe in folk remedies in times of illness. In time of sickness, she uses herbs to help cure the illness. Since Mrs. Sofia is a immigrant from the Dominican Republic she was not able to receive the same type of health care that a typical American would have.

Sonia Sanchez taught me that it’s possible to not let my pain hold me from being the best that I can be. She taught me to take my past full of pain, make it great and use the talents that I have now to change this planet and become a creator of social values. I learned to have an unshakeable strength, a persevering courage and to be a fighter. I learned that I am capable of achieving the greatest things if I put my mind to it. How well I do is in my hands not in a past that can drag me down. Just like Sonia asked her teacher if she had any talent, and the teacher answered saying: “Yes, you have talent, now let’s see whether you are going to do anything with it”. She answered to the call and I am determined to answer the call too. She changed

The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking

I was in absolute terror at this point, I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t feel anything other than dread and pain. When she finished the call she handed my phone back to me, and I just stood there in front of the girl’s bathroom in complete shock. This is happening. An ambulance is coming to our school. WHAT DID I DO WRONG? WHAT SHOULD I HAVE DONE? I fell to my knees and broke down, burying my face in my hands. What have I done? Why is this happening? Thoughts were piercing my head as I sat in shock, feeling everything in slow motion as it flashed before my eyes. My friend saw my horrified expressions and carried me to the classroom farthest away from the scene, which was were the rest of the cast was to stay out of the way of the police and doctors. This was probably an odd sight so see due to my long and large stature compared to my somewhat smaller friend who was carrying me, but it was an act of kindness nevertheless, and I still appreciated their generosity. Upon entering the classroom, a complete riot commenced. No one knew how to react. Some were crying, others were calming them down, and some were silently staring into oblivion. I dried my tears and cleared my throat as I stood at the front of the

Who is Scarlett Berenisse Mendoza Rodriguez? Is it an American girl? Is it a Mexican girl? Is it a teenager that always complains about her way of living when she has all that she needs because her mother works too hard, so that her siblings and her, can have everything necessary to survive? Yes, I am all of them. I am a Mexican-American minor trying to figure out what to do with her existence. A young lady that is repeatedly complaining about what she does not have while she does not notice what she already has.

The sweat was dripping down John’s face as he pushed the weights off his chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that everyone checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as Coach Ben yelled “Hurry up and get out”. John’s heart started beating faster and faster. No one knew what was going on. As students were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. John could feel the burn on his elbow but he didn’t know what it was. When everyone got to the gym John’s elbow was covered in blood. Everyone was told to get down and stay quiet. Later on coach told everyone a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide.

In many telenovelas there are several story lines all surrounding a set group of entertaining characters. María la del Barrio is no different. The show used some storylines that are stereotypical to telenovelas, like comas and fake deaths. There were also some storylines that were delivered in an unexpected way, like Soraya’s many attempts to gain the de la Vega fortune. That said, the multiple twists and turns the lives of these characters take keeps the show interesting. Just as one story concludes, one begins, and another story reaches a climax.

“Miss Katrina, you may come in now.” Headmistress Lang called in her usual calm voice. I got up from the chair I was sitting upon and quickly made my way into her office. Sitting in one of the two chairs across the desk was my Mum. Let’s just say she didn’t look happy. “Katrina, you can have a seat next to your mother.” I sat down in silence. Headmistress Lang explained to my mother what I had done and how the school could not keep her due to some policy and that was that.