Different Culture Experience

The first time I met a different cultured person was when I applied for my first job. I applied at Little Oscar's for a waitressing position. When I walked in for my interview I saw there were two Latino cooks. I introduced myself to them. They shook my hand, looked at me differently, and continued cooking. I got the job. Everytime I worked with them, they got nicer and talked to me more. I noticed they were really hard workers and they were good at what they were doing. I was constantly getting compliments on the food they made. Once we knew each other more, we began to talk alot and became really good friends. They are the people I look forward to working with the most. We get what we need done but still have a good time working. Sometimes customers come in and look at them angrily and I feel really bad. People judge before they should. Also when we work, we talk spanish to each other. They have taught me so much and I love them for it.

My mom's fourwheeler accident

When I was in eleventh grade my mom got in a really bad four wheeler accident. My dad hit a rut in the ground and they were both flown off the four wheeler. They hit the ground hard and then the four wheeler followed and landed right on my mom. My dad was fine. My mom ended up breaking her pelvic bone and was in the hospital for thirteen days. After that, she couldn't walk for months after. During that time I was the mom of the house because I was the oldest daughter. It was very hard to handle because it was stressful enough knowing my mom could have died. I also had to do all the work my mom did like laundry, cooking, taking care of everyone and then go to school. It really changes the way I feel. Before this happened, I guess I didn't ever think about families without a mom. Now whenever I hear a story, I feel really bad and I pray for that family. And if I know the family personally, I do whatever I can to help them because I am so grateful it didnt happen to my family and I.

First Memory

One of the first memories I can ever remember was daycare. I remember when I loved waking up and going to daycare. My daycare providers names were Pat and Dave. They were the nicest people ever. They lived in a yellow house that stuck out compared to all the other houses around. They had a huge backyard full of toys and playsets. Everytime you arrived at their house they would both come and give me a hug. It was great because you knew you were welcomed in. She was the best cook ever and it made me always look forward to lunch. Every Wednesday a girl we called Ms. Mary would come and we would do projects and watch movies together. So everyone was always waiting for Wednesday to roll around so we could see Ms. Mary. Also once a year we would all go on a field trip. I went on two field trips. One time was to the zoo and the other time was to a movie theatre. This was also the time when I made so many friends. Some of them are friends that I still keep in touch with today. For some people, daycare was no fun, but for me it was a good time and it brings back great memories.