My name is Anthony Castro, I am in 8th grade, and I am the typical teenager. I don’t care about school or anybody, I hate homework and socializing, and I just want to get out of this school and go somewhere different because I hate everyone in it. Pan American is an ok school, but the students are constantly bullying each other including me.

However, today was a different day. As the clock on the classroom wall hits 3:00, the bell rings and I finish spacing out, gather my belongings and the students and I head out the school in a single file line. My dad beeps his car horn which alarms me that he has arrived, and picks me up as usual and we begin to drive home. My dad was asking me questions about what kind of high school I wanted to go to and we usually don’t talk in the car, so I knew something was up. I vaguely answer his questions because I just wanted to go home and rest. We arrive to my house after about 20 minutes of driving around Kensington and reaching Wyoming. As I walk through the small hallway before I  enter my living room, I can feel the heat from the many electrical heaters scorching the area, forcing me to remove my coat before I melt. I make my way to the kitchen to smell the wonderful rice, beans, and chicken my mother usually cooks for our daily diet. I serve myself a hot steaming plate and set it aside to cool down while I make my way to my room to remove my school uniform. I walk up the steps by the kitchen and head towards my mother’s room to greet her on this cold, dark, cloudy winter afternoon. I open her door and I see her with a letter in the grip of her hands.

“Congratulations! You got accepted to PMA, I am so proud of you!” PMA, or Philadelphia Military Academy, is a school that prepares the students physically and mentally for the military At this point, the heat from the room is no longer present in my head. All that I can feel is excitement, the blood rushing, my heart racing. I remove my bag and it slams against the floor, I slowly walk and grab the letter and read it out loud.

“Hello Anthony Castro, I would like to congratulate you for being accepted to this academy...We welcome you to the open house next week on...Sincerely...” In my head I am thinking, what about SLA? My mother is very supportive when it comes to the military because most of her family is a part of the military or they have high positions in their branches. I wanted to continue the legacy, but something was telling me that I needed to pick another school. I knew that I needed to go to Science Leadership Academy because all of my teachers were telling me that it was a really good school and they prepared me really well.

“Que paso? ” My dad makes a confused face and my mom explains to him that I was accepted to the school.

“Mom I have to tell you something. I know you love the military or whatever, but for the sake of my education, I think that Science Leadership Academy is a better option. I know that you are proud of me and I honestly would love to go to that school but I like SLA better.”

The smile on my mom’s face instantly turned into an angry frown. She was getting upset with me and I know that I am growing up, it’s about time I start making my own decisions.

“Unbelievable Anthony, why? How are you going to get there, who is going to buy you more clothes? I am not driving there everyday! Esto es increible!! ” Her voice was rising, and I knew that she was not playing games once she started speaking spanish, her entire tone changes

“Sorry mom, I just think it is best for me. I have enough clothes and I can just take the train. They can provide me with transpasses.” I retaliate with the best possible response I could think of.

“Ok, but if you attend this school you better get good grades, otherwise I am taking you out.” She returns back into her bed and I walk out, dragging my bag and coat in hand, depressed that I am unable to satisfy my parents. I know how much the military meant to my mom and she really wanted me to attend that school. I walk up the next flight of steps heading to my room on the third floor, remove my uniform, put on my pajamas, and went downstairs to eat my food. Felt like a black hole in my heart, my emotions twisting and turning like a stomach ache, confused as to what exactly I should be feeling right now. I knew I made the best decision for me, SLA is a better curriculum in my opinion and nothing was going to change that.

After a long discussion talking about “I am very proud of you no matter what Anthony. Military or not, you have a lot of potential and I will allow for you to attend that school.” Relief is all I feel. Does she actually mean this? As long as she is proud of me, I am happy.

“Thanks mom.”

Hector Sanchez

Ms.Pahomov

English II

9 / 21 / 2018

Leaving Home

In June of 2016, my mom told me that we were going to move out of Puerto Rico. A  few months later in August, the day before we left, I was feeling anxious all I could think about was that we were going to move to where my aunt was living in Philadelphia. All throughout the day I was thinking about was my family and friends and how much I didn’t want to leave them behind. I started to think about everything that would happen if moved. I thought about having to start a new life in a completely different environment. I had a feeling of sadness and anxiety.

A few days after my mom told me the news she told me that she was going to leave first and a few months later I would follow. I changed my mind about leaving because I didn't want my mom to leave all by herself. I decided to go with her in August. The day before I left, my mom and I stayed at our aunt’s house. My whole family went to my aunt house to visit us. As I said goodbye to all my family members a feeling of sadness overcame me all of a sudden: I didn't want to leave anymore. After coming to terms with the fact that I was leaving, we got in the car with my uncle and he drove us to the airport.

When we arrived at the airport my uncle got out of the car and helped us carry our luggage to the inside of the airport. Before saying goodbye to him a bunch of memories came to my mind. All of a sudden I was hit with a feeling of nostalgia remembering all of the good times that I had with my uncle.after that we said our goodbye to him and he got back in the car and drove into the distances.

Everything that happened inside of the airport passed kind of quickly. We went to check our luggage and after that, we waited a couple of hours to board the plane. After a few hours of being anxious about the trip. It was time to board the plane. “We will begin boarding now.” As they were calling the groups of passengers to board the plane I thought about all the good times and experiences that I had in my old town. In my head, I was thinking to myself “This is it we are really leaving after I board this plane and it takes off there's is no heading back.”When it was our turn to board the plane my mom looked at me and said, “It’s time for us to get on the plane.” As we boarded the plane I felt like all of my anxiety was slowly decreasing. When we got to our seat I sat down and felt the coldness of the seat on the back of my head. I was really tired so I slept throughout the whole flight.

When I got to Philadelphia, my aunt Karina picked us up from the airport. I was so happy to see her. I quickly went up to her and gave her a hug I think that most of my anxiety went away because I stopped thinking about the things that I was going to leave behind and started to think about new things that I was going to experience. I was happy that I was going to see some family members that I have not seen in a long time and seeing them again made me feel better about the whole moving thing.

That night before I when to bed I started to think about more things that I was going to experience.As I was thinking I realized that when you have thought to think positively about situations that may be hard you start to find positive things about that situation. Me moving to Philadelphia helped me realized that everything happens for a reason and some that somethings happen for the best. After this experience, I try to have a positive mindset when I'm dealing with difficult situations.

“Yeah can’t talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?” I sang sternly.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!”

“It’s just a song,” I said to my mom.

She frowned, “Sing something more positive,”

“But it’s just a song!”

“Stop chanting that music, it’s brainwashing you.”

“Okay, I guess.” I chuckled.

Whenever I listen to and share my music, I am constantly criticized for what I like or who I listen to. I can be listening to one of the greats such as Biggie or Tupac and as long as it abides by my mother's rules, she’s fine. But as soon as I say something that I like, I get criticized for being myself. It doesn’t matter what genre it is, it can be pop, hip-hop, jazz, RNB, whatever it is, as long as I’m listening to it or even saying the words, I am “drawling” or “need to calm down”. It makes me feel out of place. Like I am some kind of weirdo that is obsessed with music.. But it’s not like that though. Well at least not in my eyes. Just because I like music, people think that I am now out of the place of a “Human being”: it means that I am special in my own way. Is there anything wrong with that? NO! Yes I sing lyrics but I don’t live that lifestyle and that's where my moms problem starts because she feels like if I sing the song then I will live it. I know funny right?

I have a deep connection with music. Ever since I was younger, like an infant, my dad would play his old dj tracks in his headphones and put them on my head. I even have a picture of that. I’ve loved music ever since. This may sound far fetched but my Dad is literally like the only one who understands me when I talk about my musical side of me. I have friends that I can talk with about different stuff related to music, but when I talk to my dad about music, we can relate to much. So many  different songs or albums from different time eras from the 70’s to now including tracks off of movies, tv shows or just tracks in general because we just love it that much. I love how strong of a musical connection me and my Dad have.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love my mom but the connection me and my father have on a musical level is crazy. We like the same genres and we are open to most musical content. I can talk to him for hours about music but when it comes to my mom, she’s more oldschool and likes the singers and is not really intrigued by rap like I am. We have a connection so strong sometimes it feels like rap could be a person, I have a love for rap. It's a part of me. And no, I’m not just ignorant to like rap, I like multiple genres of music but rap is my favorite genre of music.

Some of the artists that I like the most are Kur, Trippie Redd, XXXtentacion, Ski Mask the Slump God, Comethazine, The Notorious BIG, Tupac Shakur, NWA, Mos Def, Mase and Junior Mafia. I like these artists because they are popular but because they make music that speaks to me

Many people think that rap is all bad and thought there may be some negative things but, these artists are always pushing positive vibes regardless to their lyrics. They always show creativity in their music. They can talk about more than how many guns they have or how many women they fornicate with or how many racks or bands they have. I mean yes, they have all mentioned it but it’s not always about that with these specific artist. They can paint a picture with lyrics alone and that's what makes them so amazing in my eyes. Regardless of the music they make they were still good people and most of them know how to differentiate music from life. That's what makes these artist so good and why I fell in love with their music.