Better Student

What make me an everyday hero? I was born and raised in Belize City, which is a third world country. I have four sisters and one brother; we were raised by a single mother and my grandparents. My mother is a very strong and intelligent woman. She's a survivor of an abusive relationship. When she decide to step out of her thirteen years relationship. We were all maudlin. We walked out of the door, only with clothes on our backs. We didn't have anywhere to go so; we went from house to house to seek help. The people that we came across, most of them where very nice. The ones that where unpleasant to us and took advantage of our situation, I want to tell them Thank You. Many months went by my mom didn't had a job. She found herself doing things for people that thought less of her. The nice elderly people had a better understanding of what my mom was going throw. So they would send us food. Most of the time it was a live chicken, my brother would kill the chicken and then my mom would cook it with some tortillas, she made from scratch. Our drink would be pipe water and sugar; the sugar gave us the ideas that were drinking something different. Even though we had to relinquish our old life, being poor were a new start to happiness.

When the new school year would start my mother would cry in silent, because she couldn't subsidize for our uniform, shoes and books. Most of all books where the most expensive thing. So we either had to share with a neighbor or were unable to do our classwork and homework. Because not having a textbook. When I was in the six grade, I went through a despondent phase. My grades started to drop. I went from being an honor student, to a student that couldn't keep up. I did passed the six grade with a 73.3, all you needed was 70%. My mother and the principal decide to make me repeat the six grade. I was, mad about the decision they made. All of my friends went on to the next grade. Some of the people I thought were my friend started to make fun of me. First challenge I had to face. I had to find a way to get my textbooks. So I decided to sell snacks at school. Each week I made about thirteen dollars; couple weeks went by, I was able to afford two textbooks. My mom was very proud of the way I was adopting to the new changes we were facing. At the middle of the first semester my grades went through a proliferation period. I became the smarts person in the class. I would over hear my teacher, saying good things about me, and it made me feel good.

This situation makes me an everyday hero because; I came from an abusive and violent environment that made me a very shy person. I never want to regress into that girl again. In each one of my classes I want to be the best student I can be.

Failure brings motivation and determination.