Journal Entry #1b

1) On my 10th birthday, I got into a fight. Her name was Nyasia. She was some girl I used to hang out with in elementary school. For some reason, she thought I liked her as a friend. Well, I didn't. She was a liar, she even went around the school calling me her "cousin" just because we have the same last name. She was an utter drama queen. Not all of the event is in memory, I just know she lived in some apartment a few floors below me. My birthday party was basically an open door to anyone in the building, I guess that gave her initiative to come and act tough. So she came to the front of my door, and pushed me into the garbage dispenser. Afterwards, we went at it for a minute, I wasn't going to let her push me around! The last part I remember was my god sister, Arielle, breaking up the fight, and me storming to my room.

2) This summer, I got fired from my job, University Settlement Beacon. One morning I came in early, at about 8 AM, and found that a worker was giving me an unappealing stare. I let it go at first, then noticed all throughout the day it was happening again, so decided on confronting her. While approaching her, she reacted with a rude "what?!" I simply said, "Listen, I'm tired of people who don't know how to act in a professional environment, so what's good?" She felt offended I'm guessing, and got in my face yelling, "I don't know who you think you're talking to! I ain't unprofessional, you need to speak for yourself." My anger got the best of me, as I cussed her out. I couldn't believe what happened. I was immediately dismissed by my employer, Monique Shakil.

3) A few years ago, when I was still a participant in an after school program, I got into an accident. While playing double-dutch with some friends, one friend was joking around and pulled the rope from under my feet. I don't think she meant for it to happen, but my ankles got caught in the jump rope and my face hit the ground in a second's time. When I started to recollect myself and get up, my friends looked at me and screamed. I turned to look at the ground and saw a puddle of the red stuff. That's right, blood. It started to run down my face and soak the collar of my shirt. In shock, I just stood there, feeling faint. The adult workers eventually had me in the office, making emergency calls to my parents, and holding a huge, thick towel over my eyebrow. Once my mom arrived and saw the damage, she was scared to death and crying. I had to be taken to the hospital that day to get stitches.