r of reading and writing, the actual topic of the essay, the only thing these people wanted to know more about was a personal event! The nerve of these guys! I put the mutilated copy back in my backpack and went on with the rest of my day’s activities.Later I started to think about my group encounter. The google of thoughts were racing through my mind at a mile a minute. Everything was a blur. Then it hit me. Books, teachers and other academic things don’t affect my literacy; it’s affected by my personal experiences and my personal revelations. Then I stood at my crossroads and I, “I took the road less traveled by/And that has made all the difference in the world.”As I stood at my crossroads I started to think about what I was doing right now in life. The past year had been an interesting one to say the least. I have lived in five different houses in that year. My life was turned upside down, all because of one person: my mom. It sounds funny saying it that way, but it’s true. She is the cause for all that has happened to me. The story is a long one, but I will tell it so as not to bore your ear off. I will tell what is important and nothing more.Second semester senior year is a wonderful thing. Finally the finish line is in sight. You can almost taste the end of a lifetime of education. Finally you will be free from high school. You will be free to do whatever you want to do be it college or job or anything else; the point is that it is your choice no one else’s’ at least for everyone but me. In February of my senior year I received a phone call. I was at my girlfriend’s house enjoying her seventeenth birthday party. The phone rang and she picked it up; I naturally assumed it was another person wanting to get in on the action of the party. I looked over at Alyssa and saw the look of shock in her eyes. Quietly she handed me the phone. Tentatively I reached out...
