Jasmine's_Essays

Since I was young I had this idea of how i wanted to live my life, like most people do. I decided I would go to highschool, get good grades, go off to school, get a degree, get a great job, get married, and have kids and live life happily ever after. I guess GOD had his own plans for me because nothing went the way I planned . No matter how hard i tryed to get things to go my way there were always bumps in the road blockin me to from gettin to all my goals. It was like a slap in the face but i guess you can say my life changed for the better. I went to King/Drew medical magent no matter how hard i tryed i just couldnt get thinsg to go the way i wanted them to go. My mom sent me hear because she sayed it was a great school it would get me to any school in the country it just didnt click for me. The teachers taught poorly, the students were rowdy loud and ghetto, I was gettin good grades because I was doin my work but i wasnt learning anything the school didnt have any active sports so highschool wasnt thrilling to me or what I expected it to be . I spent my ninth and tenh grade year here. I soon transfered to Carson high school and it was a whole new world to me its was very diverse and i like the fact that I had the freedom to dress how i wanted. I had football games This is where I met my soon to be favorite teacher and mentor Mr. Clay. He was a black round man, who had glasses and had a firm grin on his face everytime he looked up. He was a transfer from Locke High School so we figured his class would be easy, and we'd be able to run over him like a doormat. The first day he came to our class his eyes scanned the room he asked for us individually to bring up our grades from our other classes, he took a look at my report card i had from King/Drew and asked '' Are these areacceptable grades to you' because C's are like F's in my eyes, what college do you plan on attending'." I glared at him and was upset , who this man think we wa telling me about myself' he didnt know me! I responded USC this was my dream school he chuckled and look at me and said "Your not going to anyone's USC with grades like these." The semester went on and the class began to learn many things about Mr.Clay, how he group up in the rough streets of L.A., his parents being on drugs, and being raised by his grandmother, fighting gangbangers and being shot a and still managing to go off to school and make something of himself and becoming a teacher. Mr.Clay hated the fact that we were privaleged kids who were lazy and thought we had it hard, so ever time we got this idea in our head that our life was hard he told us a story from his past. I admired mr.clay he soon became my favorite teacher I enjoyed attending his class and never wanted to miss a day. I began going to his classroom at nutrition just to talk, or to seek advice for different situations in my life weatehr is was boy problems or problems at home he alwasy had an answer to our problems. Mr.Clay was that father figure in my life that I always wanted and one of the many things ill never never forget he'd always tell me "You have the drive to make it far in life! you just need to sacrifice whats important and whats not to get to the top." I wasnt able to answer this question for a long time until the day I had a surprise ready to come into the world. I was six weeks pregnant, I cried for the simple fact i didnt want to be anyones mother, I was 17 and got accepted into great schools Spellman, PraireView Texas, ASU Oregon state I thought about Mr. Clays question tht I never had an answer to and this thing in my stomach wasnt important or going help me get to the top. I went to Mr.Clays office and told him everything as the tears rolled down my face and as i bowed my head down from being ashamed he said " what gives you the right to take this childs life, this baby might be a good thing for you. You aborting this baby may not be what helps you get to the top My eleventh grade year went by and college applications were being filled out. I was happy my plan was fully coming together but liittle did I know I had a surprise ready to come into the world. I was three months pregnant i cried for the simple fact i didnt want to be anyones mother i was only 17 i had got acccepted into some great school, Spellman, PraireView texas, ASU, Oregon state. I had worked hard for everything i wanted and been safe about everything i did so why would god not want me to accoplish my gal i though. My orginal plan was to get an abortion, i wasnt anti-abortion or pro abortion but what i didnt know i didnt want this lil thing that was now apart of me inside of me anymore. I woke up at 7 am on the dot of my abortion appointment i realized it wasnt ment to be my parents soon found out they were dissapointed in me because they relayed on me to set a good example for my sister since my brother didnt do such a great job . My highschool sweetheart and I decided to just keep it i didnt keep it for him i didnt it for myself becuase i didnt want the guilt of wandering how old my child would have been or what he or she