Our class- Living History, session 2!

Tysean's Baseball Story

Michelle's Movie!

Dilene!!!

By Dilene B.

Trip to Fort Taber

By Elisabeth D.
Keith MS
New Bedford, MA

Experience @BSU / Ft. Tabor

By Gerson N.
     Roosevelt MS
         New Bedford, MA

My Plans for the Future

I have a plan to go to high school focus on being a doctor.  I want to graduate from high school and also graduate college. I would like to work at a hospital and help the people that are hurt. I have to work very hard to become a doctor because it’s a way to help people. I want to have an amazing future and a life full of joy. For me education is very important. I know that going to college and getting an education is very important because you get to do what you want and follow your dreams. I want to make my parents proud and always try my best if I want to have a great future. So this is a plan for the future. I think everybody has a passion and if you work hard and try your best you’ll find that passion you have. Never have an excuse just try your best because if you don’t you won’t get to do what you want. If you have a dream work hard for it and you’ll get something great out of it. This is what I will do if I want to have a great future. Working hard is going to take me where I need to be or where I belong. I would like to work at the hospital because I would learn a lot and also help a lot of people. This makes me feel good because I know that  I’m helping the world. I plan to go Brockton high school graduate and then continue on to college. It takes many years of schooling and studying. The rewards feelings a Doctor experiences is one reason I want to be. I think people should  never have an excuse for not studying and following their dreams. I have an interested in science and biology so I think these classes will help me in the future. Becoming a doctor is a way to help myself and also provide for my family both financially and when they are sick. These are some  reasons why I would like to be a doctor.

by Dilene B.

Miracles Can Always Happen

In July 14, 2001 I was 2 years old. My mother was 26 and she tells people that miracles can and do happen. That summer my family and I experienced one. July 14 was a typical summer for me and my family. Just before 5 p.m.my mom was busy in our second floor, south end apartment, preparing to take me and my brothers to the Whaling City Festival. My father and my two out of the three of my brothers were waiting outside. My brothers were excited to return to the festival, which we had always attended the previous evening. As my mom went about gathering sweaters and filling my bottle for I was unnoticed heading out the kitchen door and started down the stairs leading to the street. Looking back, my mom believed the excitement in the air and I seeing my father waiting at the door and then headed across the street to where my father was standing, crossing between two parked cars. I not yet three feet tall, couldn’t be seen by the driver of the black Toyota Celica that had just turned onto the street. According to my police report, the driver slammed on his brakes when he saw me, locking them, and leaving almost 14 feet of skid marks.it still wasn`t enough to avoid hitting me. Though results of both a CAT scan and ultrasound of my abdomen came back normal. For my mom, there is no doubt that my survival and almost total lack of injury is miraculous. A week after the accident my mom gave a testimony of the miracle at our church, Igreja Evangelical Pentostal in Seekonk. Standing in front of the congregation, my mom told her story through a lot of tears and gave thanks to God that he performed a miracle. My mom hopes that by continuing to tell her story she will help others believe in the possibility of miracles. She has documented the events of that day, neatly organizing in a special folder the police report of the accident, the results of all my medical test results, and a hand-drawn illustration showing the house, the parked cars, and the distance between the spot I was hit and the place I landed. Long before my accident, my mom says she believed in miracles. She has witnessed church miracles and has had her own experience of receiving help while recovering from difficult medical problems. She believes that opening your heart to God is one way of making room for the miraculous. “If it`s in your heart,” she said, “it`s going to happen.” Have you had a miracle in life?

~r.m.s. jacob g.

My Career

I have a plan to graduate from high school and go to college while I focus on hair dressing.  I work good with hair so I think I want do that when I grow up. I already know how to dye hair and mix colors. I want to be a hair dresser to learn more about hair and different things to do to hair. I’m going to work hard to reach my dreams. I want to finish high school at least, and then go to the hair dressing school to focus on hair. If I can’t become a hair dresser then I do have other things I want to do. When I learn all the different things that I have to learn I will practice a lot on other people, like my family. I want to open  my own hair salon and if I can’t do that right away  then I’ll work in a salon that I don’t own, saved up enough money, and then buy my own salon.  As long as I’m work as a hair dresser I will be fine. That’s my goal for the futureJ.
~Yezenia A.

My car accident

CKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! Went my bones. This was in 2004 in the projects Puerto Rico. I was only 5 years old and I wanted to go to my friend’s house. But my mom told me to stay home and I didn’t listen. This was in 2004 in the projects in Puerto Rico. I went and sat in the sidewalk. The blue car came and I got up right away and he ran over my leg and I was just shocked went it did it went around and done. My mom quickly went wrapped the towel around the foot. I was just shocked went it did. I was losing lots of blood and I was also scared. My mom took me to the hospital and there the doctors stared to help. After that I black out I didn’t know what happen. The lesson I learned was is to respect my mother and look both ways while crossing the street. Gerson N.

"The Future Depends on What You Do Today"

Hi everyone, My name is Carlina Selena Fortes Evora. I’m from a country named Cape Verde, from Sao Vicente Island. Cape Verde is a very tiny country off the west coast of Africa, with 10 separate islands. In Cape Verde, each island has its own variety. The islands’ origins are volcanic. My island is one of the driest and smallest islands in Cape Verde. Sao Vicente is considered the capital of the Lusofona culture. Cape Verde has tall mountains and very nice beaches.

Since I was born I grew up with my mom and my siblings. My mom and my biological dad separated when I was little, so I didn’t get to live with him that much. My dad immigrated to U.S.A when I was 5 years old, but I still lived with my mom. Then, my sisters immigrated to Portugal to start college. After that, my mom met my stepdad and I started living with both of them. He is a nice guy, who loves me and cares about me. I remember him bringing me to school every day and picking me up also. After school he used to help me with school work and homework. He also used to teach me some words in English. My stepdad and my mom are actually the ones who took care of me in Cape Verde. I don’t have enough good words to thank my stepdad for all the amazing things and advice he has given to me. He’s always been there for me when I needed him. He gives me advice every single day and he wants to see me get all kinds of good opportunities in life. I love him from the bottom of my heart.

After my dad decided to bring me to America for a better life and have more opportunities, I immigrated to America and I live here now with my dad. I started 4th grade here in the U.S.A. One of my main goals is to graduate from high school and be able to go to college and become a midwife. Another dream I have is to help the people that gave me such good advice and the people that helped me reach all my goals in my life. For example: my stepdad, my dad, and my mom. I’d like to provide them a comfortable life as a way to thank them for everything they have done to support me.

I’m also definitely joining my school’s ROTC program, and thinking of joining the National Guard, maybe even hopefully starting when I am still in high school, if that is allowed. This is something that I’m interested in and I like a lot. It makes me feel proud to be a part of a group that works to help the community, and it also helps keep students on the right path and disciplined, because some kids don’t always get that benefit.

I’m a very nice person that loves to help people. I like school and I also like studying. I believe that the only way to achieve my goals is through hard work and a lot of effort.

Started from the bottom... Now we are here!

When I was a kid I was learning to play baseball. Baseball was always my favorite sport and still is, but it wasn’t my first sport. My first sport I ever played was football. I started playing football at 8 years old. It was fun I was the quarter back and the running back. I soon quit and then started my baseball career. I thought it was tough going from a full contact sport to just a ball and a bat but I stuck with it. The first year was really bad I wasn’t very good. I was an outfielder and a bench warmer, I didn’t play much but I had fun. My team went to the playoffs and we lost because I struck out so I was mad at myself for a while . I really didn’t hit much, so I had a lot of work to do during the off season. So the summer came I put in a lot of work and I became more talented. So the second year came I started as a pitcher, third base, and first base. I was very good on the field and I was very impressed with myself. My batting increased more than anything, I was batting at a 500 average. I hit my first homerun off one of the best pitchers and I was the only one that hit a homer off of him! I made the all-star team and I was the pitcher and first baseman. When we went to get our trophies all the coaches were so surprised on how much I had improved. Then the third year come and I was the first pick, so I went to the team local 59. That team was my favorite team ever. I was the first- baseman there too, I was also a catcher and a pitcher but I didn’t start out at those positions I was an outfielder and it was all right but it wasn’t the position I wanted to play. So I talked with my coach and he said ‘’whatever position you are in is the position you worked for”. Then I worked for pitcher and first baseman and I got it! The next year I was staring first base and pitcher. My team made it to the championship with a record of 10 and 14. We had just made it and we played two teams and knocked them out of the playoffs that left just my team and a team we never beat before. So this was the championships. The first game of the series we lost, then the second game we won. Its best 3 out of 5 games. So it was 1 and 1 & the third game we won which left us in the lead. One more win and we go to city championships! We WON!!! The last game with a walk of grandslam and we were all so happy and we had never beaten them in the regular season so we just pushed our hardest and we did it. Out of all my years of baseball all I wanted was a championship trophy and I got it! All you need to do is start from the bottom and pick yourself up. Me and my team made it because we started from the bottom now we’re here! Thanks for reading leave comments! Tysean D. (#45) P, 1b, C

My dream--the college experience

My name is Gylmara Gomes but people usually call me Gigi because it’s easier to say. I’m from Cape Verde, a country made up of islands off the coast of Africa, and mine is called Brava Island. My dream is to graduate from high school and then go to college and become a pediatric nurse. I would like to be a pediatric nurse because I like to take care of kids and I think that will be fun and rewarding.

 In order to accomplish my goal in becoming a nurse I need to work hard in high school and end up with a good GPA so that I can be accepted into a good nursing program at a great college. I also think I want to become a nurse because my mother always said she wanted to be a nurse. Unfortunately she passed away when I was one year old. So she didn’t reach her goal and that’s one main reason why I want to become a nurse--to accomplish my mom’s dream. After becoming a pediatric nurse I’d like to help my family and friends as well. I’d like to provide my family with a comfortable life because they are the ones who support me. Fortunately, nurses make a great living, and there are plenty of jobs available, so I won’t have to worry about job-searching or not being able to provide for my family, both money-wise and if they get sick or hurt.

 Right now this is what I want to do but who knows, it might change when I go to high school or to college. I know I need to work hard and to stay in school.

The Death Tunnel at Fort Tabor

The graffitti on the wall when you first go in

There is a tunnel at Fort Tabor that kids like to go in and explore. It is rumored to be haunted for a couple of reasons. For example, one of the reasons is that when you go in you hear a lot of strange noises, but the thing is that there are no rats, or other animals that go in there. So where do the noises come from? Another reason that it is rumored to be haunted is because there is a little alley that people go in and think that it gets darker the further you go in. The last and most popular reason that people think the tunnel is haunted is because people have died in there. The people that died in there were soldiers from long ago and also a 10 year old boy.

My story begins on a regular summer day when I was with my friends Tysean, Alex, Jeo, and Joshua. We were all talking and Alex says out of nowhere to me and Joshua “have you ever been in the tunnel?” I said to him “what tunnel?” He told me the one at Fort Tabor. I said to him “I have never been in that tunnel” and Joshua said “that he doesn’t even know what tunnel we were talking about.” Then Tysean started telling me about the tunnel and how it is dark and haunted. So Alex said that if we go in we are going to have to get flashlights. After a while I asked my mom to take us to the store and get flashlights and we all got one at the store. Then my mom drove us to Fort Tabor. However, I didn’t tell her that we wanted the flashlights to go and explore the tunnel. I told her that we were just going to walk around the beach and go to my friend’s house.

When we got there Alex and Joshua were rollerblading and Alex stopped at a bench and took off his rollerblades and put on his shoes. But when Joshua reached in his bag, his shoes weren’t there. He said, “I left my shoes at home.” Then Jeo said, “Are you serious? Are you still going to go in the tunnel? because if not we came here for nothing.” Joshua still went in even though it was hard for him to walk in there with all the rocks and trash.

To get into the tunnel we first came to a fence and had to climb through a hole to get in. We stood there shocked to see that there was graffiti covering every inch of the walls. Then when we looked straight ahead there was a light and we started walking toward the light, when we saw a place where we had to turn right. When we turned it got really dark so we turned on our flashlights and started walking down the tunnel. We were walking down the tunnel and we were looking for stuff like dead bodies and old objects. We were looking for dead bodies because we had heard a rumor that a ten year old kid had died in the tunnel. We were going in rooms looking around and kept scaring each other. After exploring for a while we all met up and we heard a noise. We knew that it wasn’t any of us making the noise because we were all together. We all decided it might be time to leave and Joshua and Jeo started running out. All of us were scared, but they were more scared then the rest of us, so when they saw the light they both ran towardd the light. Joshua was on rollerblades so it was hard for him to run and then Jeo either tripped on a rock or on Joshua’s rollerblade. No one knows exactly what happened, but either way Jeo tripped on something and hit his head on a rock!!! Me, Alex, and Tysean all ran to Jeo because all we saw was him fall to the ground. When we got to him he sat up and we saw a lot blood dripping off his face. We knew we had to leave quickly and we couldn’t go back through the tunnel because it would take too long. So all of us followed Alex on a path over the tunnel. When we got off of the path we got back to the front of the tunnel where the hole in the fence was. We started walking around looking for someone to gives us a ride to Jeo’s house. In the meantime we told him to take off his sweater and to cover the hole that the blood was coming from on his head. We helped him wrap his sweater around his head. We finally came across a complete stranger that we didn’t even know and asked him to give us a ride back to Jeo’s house. We started to get nervous because when we were in the car Jeo started dozing off to sleep! I actually had to keep on shaking his body so he could stop dozing off.

When we got to Jeo's house his mom saw all the blood on his face and started screaming. We didn’t want any of us to get in trouble, so we had to lie to his mom and tell her that Jeo hurt himself jumping on the rocks when he tripped and hit his head. Luckily his mom believed our story and she took him to the hospital. He ended up having to get 5 or 6 stitches!! He even had to wear a wrap around his head for a whole month.

Today Jeo is doing well. So that’s my story behind the Fort Tabor death tunnel. I have never been in the tunnel since that day, but I still hear kids telling rumors that it is haunted. There is also a new rumor that that little right turn that we took gets darker every single day. Maybe I will take a chance and go in the tunnel again….just to explore one more time. Hopefully nothing bad happens this time. I’ll keep you posted!!

Kenny M.
Roosevelt Middle School.

My Past, Present, and Future

My 1st time going to the Dominican Republic

My first time visiting my family or even going to the Dominican Republic was 2 years ago--on July 6, 2011. I was really nervous because it was my first time there and I didn’t know my family that lived there that well.

When I got there with my dad & my aunt Sabrina were waiting for us so that we could go to her house. When I got to her home, my two cousins Yasmine and Shaimara were there. They were so nice to me. I started to feel better once I got to know them a little bit and I became happier because I was having the funnest time. I feel like I really got to know my family better.

I went to the beach and to the stores. It was fun because there were tire swings.  Even though I fell a few times (because I was standing),  I got up, laughed and kept going.  My family was very sweet, respectful, and fun. I actually remember running after the sheep and riding horses while I visited too. At times I felt homesick because I missed my mom, sister, and brothers, even though I was with my dad.

That was only my 1st visit to the Dominican Republic!!!!! Hopefully I'll get to go back again someday soon!!

Michelle I.
Keith Middle School
New Bedford, MA

My visit to Florida by Christian R.

One day I went to Orlando Florida, I went there just to see my dad and go to Disney. We had a lot of fun there, I liked the hulk, cheetah Simpson and the harry potter ride. I got to the air plane at 3:30am I took off at 4:00am and I got to Orlando Florida at 5:00am when I got there I saw my dad I gave him the biggest hug ever cause I never seen him for my whole life. When we got home we took shower and we went to the mall he bought me everything I want to. He bought me clothes and when we got home he gave me a haircut and I got all nice and fresh. Then we went to Disney universal we saw a lot of crazy stuff like a dinosaur in the water we saw mad roller coaster I want to get on every single one. The first roller coaster I want to get on was this one called rock it that was crazy it was in the dark. The other one I want to get on was the hulk roller coaster it goes mad fast and last but not least the cheetah roller coaster but after all that me and my dad took time to talk about a lots of stuff personal stuff. We cry we laughed we got mad we got sad but we end up being happy.

Six Flags by Manny S.

One summer day I went to six flags. I went there on July, 4 2013. When I went there I decided to go on the bizzaro, batman, mind eraser, the scream, and the goliath. Before I went to those roller coasters, I went to the flashback. It was very fun! Later I went on the mind eraser, the scream, bizzaro, and the batman. All that was left was the goliath! I was really freaked out! Then it was my turn to go on.

As soon as I got on, I heard every one screaming. At that moment I didn’t know what to do. As they were pulling us back, the screaming got louder. Then we got to the top. Next thing I know we were going super-fast. Then we arrived to the other end. After we got to the top we did the whole thing backwards. When we were done, I was happy to go on it. That was my trip to six flags!

MY BIG EXPERIENCE!

CRASH!! Where’s little Denzen!?! Oh, he’s already at the playground. I thought he got hit. Guess what happened. I ALMOST got in a car crash. So this is what happened…

 I was in New Bedford one day visiting my grandmother, and she decided we should go to the park. So my baby cousin Denzen , my little sister Josie, my little brother Flavio , my older brother Claudio, my cousin Zenden, my grandmother and I all got in the car and drove to the park. Then when we got to the park everybody got out the car.  We took at least two steps towards the park, and we heard a huge crash and people screaming.

When I looked behind me I saw my cousin Zenden on the floor. He was on the floor because right when the other car hit ours he was closing the door and the pressure of the other car pushed him to the ground. Then we noticed that my baby cousin wasn’t in sight!

We started calling his name really loud but still couldn’t find him. Then my little sister and I started crying until we turned around and saw him going down the slide on the playground. I told him to come here and hold my hand so we wouldn’t lose him again.

When the police came there was an ambulance, fire truck and a crowd of people behind them. The ambulance took my cousin (the one that fell on the floor) to see if he hurt himself. Later on the police told us that the lady that crashed into our car was drunk and doing her make-up while driving. The people in the ambulance told us my cousin wasn’t hurt and should be completely fine.

I was so happy nobody was hurt. I learned that I should never take my eyes off a 4 year old while there is a park nearby and I should love life while I have it because I could lose it at any moment.

By: Leylani M.

MY PASSION IN LIFE

 My passion in life is to just live it up to the fullest. Many people say that you only live once but to me I think it’s an excuse to do something stupid. No matter what happens in life I try to do things that would help me and others to succeed in life. My life was never easy. Almost dying isn’t fun, being five years old and seeing your life flash before your eyes, was a traumatic experience for me. Getting hit by a car on the street you grow up on and not knowing if you are alive of or dead. This made me realize that I should not take things for granted, because you never know what would happen to you even when you think life is great. Playing cops and robbers with my brother and some friends was pretty fun, but not when a car starts speeding at you it isn’t fun no more. It was hard to recover because I felt useless and I just wanted to just give up. Although you might not want to do things in your life time, you should at least try it because you never know what might happen to you. Being fifteen now I realized life is to short to just blow everything away just because I can’t do something. I just want people to think about the good in their life instead of the bad. Anyone and everyone can make a difference if they choose to. Never think your useless because to tell you the truth life is the best thing that could happen to you. Live it up but don’t live it down!!!! NEVER SAY NEVER. Life is the only thing that makes me keep going when I really want to stop and give up.

BY: Emaunie A.

Broken Bones

I was in pain when I was only four. I was playing baseball with my mom, my mom’s boyfriend, and his parents. While I was playing, I wanted to make a solid swing (of course), so I kept backing up in the batter’s box, which is a strategy that gives batters more time until the ball reaches the plate. I kept backing up and backing up and, before I knew it….I fell off a surprisingly short cement wall. I fell backwards onto a cement pavement surface and basically blacked out from the impact.

The next thing I remember is that I was on the ground crying, and my mom picked me up and brought me to the hospital. We waited almost a full hour all together at the emergency department, which for a head injury seemed like an eternity, until, finally, the doctor we saw said that I had broken my right arm. He also said I was going to have to wear a cast for a few months.

When I got back from the hospital, my mom sat me down on a soft chair and put an icepack near my arm/cast so I would feel better. I had to wear a hard bright pink cast. When I was taking baths it wasn’t hard because I would hold the broken arm out of the water. Six years later I coincidentally broke my other arm by falling on ANOTHER cement surface. I had a very similar experience when I broke my arm when I was four. I didn’t have to participate in my Physical Education class at school for 2 months, which I didn’t mind at all though they just had me sit there with no alternative, non-physical activities.  

Perhaps these experiences are responsible for my lack of desire to play sports in high school, for fun, or anywhere else. Psychologically I will always remember what happened and maybe someday I’ll be ready to try again, but NOT TODAY.

Felicia E.

Horseplay Turns Real

By: Andrew H.

I still remember the awful day as if it were yesterday. I remember the tears, I remember the anger, and I remember the fear. I remember almost every single detail about the nightmare that turned into a reality.  I will probably always remember that day as the absolute worst day of my life.

When I was 10, back when I lived in Fall River MA, I was in the third grade and the day started out like any other. I had to go to school like always and I was expecting it to be an average day. Little did I know I couldn’t have been more wrong.

In class we had a new student. My teacher had to step out of the room to talk to someone and somehow one of my friends and the new student started arguing. When the teacher came back into the room she ended it, but my friend told me he wanted to fight the kid.

After school my friend and I were walking home and the new student was following in our direction, which made my friend start to get angry because he thought that the kid was purposely following us to continue the argument. They started arguing, and sure enough, the arguing actually escalated to them physically fighting. I had never really seen two kids fight before so I didn’t know what to do, so I just watched, and then some man came over and broke it up. My friend went home and I continued to walk home, but yet the new kid was still going the same way as I was and sure enough it turns out he lived right across from me. So as I was just relaxing in my house alone, waiting for my mom to come home from work at around 6:30 like always I heard a knock at my door.

I answered the door and it was the kid with his mom. I was speechless and I couldn’t even think straight because the mom was just shouting at me saying “You’re the one who beat up my son!? I’m going to call the police right now!” I started crying because I was so scared that the police would take me away to juvenile hall. I tried explaining to her that I wasn’t involved in hurting her son, but she just continued yelling and eventually walked off. I was waiting for what seemed like an eternity. I had so many different thoughts in my mind and I was still very anxious.

I was scared of police coming to my house, and of being was all alone with nobody to talk to. I wanted my mom but since she was working, the person I needed most couldn’t be there.. I started to think that maybe the woman didn’t really call the Police maybe she just wanted to scare me. But of course, as soon as I started to get calm and relaxed, there was a knock at my door and it was two policemen.

They started asking me about everything that happened and I finally started feeling like things would be okay. I asked one of the officers if I would have to go to juvenile hall and I felt almost completely better when he said “no”. Then the policemen drove me to my grandmother’s house and I waited for my mom to pick me up. When my mom came the police told her she couldn’t work that long anymore due to my being too young to be alone until 6:30. My mom took me home, and talked to the new kid’s mother. Everything was cleared up, and the kid told his mom that it was only him and my friend fighting and that I wasn’t involved. From that point on, I never had any more problems with that kid, and everything ended up being okay.

Things I Want



BUGATTI




HAWAII




CONNECTICUT MANSION



 

MY TRUE LOVE

 

My true love for music and singing has helped me both learn and enjoy the English language! When I lived in Puerto Rico, at age 5 my father asked me if I wanted a karaoke for a Christmas present I said, “yes!”, and he replied “I will tell Santa to bring you a karaoke.” In the morning when I opened my present, it was only two microphones.  Then after, I took it out of the packaging and found the karaoke machine.  He helped me learn how to use it.  Every time I use the microphone, I feel like a superstar.  I used Spanish music and sang and danced with my cousin and sisters.  We all knew how to dance because we could feel the music.  When I first got it, I loved it so much that I used it every day. We would take it outside and dance in the driveway. 

When we moved to New Bedford from Puerto Rico I couldn’t take my karaoke with me, so my mom bought me a radio with English music. I started to love and listen to English music. From listening and hearing English music it helped me to learn the English language. Then my mom bought me a karaoke and I sang more and but my mom also buy me an mp3 so I can listen to music outside. Also my step dad made a CD so I could sing and dance. In the CD there was both Spanish and English music and I loved all the song that I had. Then when I got to the 7^th grade in my school name Roosevelt Middle School we girls had a tea party and a women name Christina. We were talking and then we were asking questions to each other. Then after she asks me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and when I said that I wanted to be a singer and a dancer she was surprise.  So Christina asked me if I wanted to join in a program of dancing and singing lessons. I jumped and said “yes!” really fast and really excited. I would never say no to a chance like that. I told my mom and she said “congratulations!” to me. I was happy that day. I always wanted to be a singer. I love singing because singing is my life.

I am thankful for the radio because it helped me learn English. I learned how listening to English music when you don’t know English will help you talk and learn the English language.  Also I am very happy because music is everything to me and I sing every day I listen to music every single day.      Music makes me happy. Music is what I love to listen to. I can’t live without music. My singing is very important because my dad was the one who helped me to choose my future. The music feels your heart. Music is my life and the lyrics are my story. Music speaks what cannot be expressed soothes the mind and gives it a rest heal the heart and makes a whole flows from heaven to the soul. One good thing about music it’s that when it hits you, you feel no pain. Music is the only thing that makes sense.

Shanilett Marie D.

Roosevelt Middle School