What motivates me?

I was picking through my brain sorting my thoughts trying to figure out what motivates me. Then I realized I didn't need to dig. I knew exactly what my motivation was. It's my daughter first and foremost. Everything I do, I do it for her. Secondly my family motivates me I do not know where I would be without them. And last but not least my circumstances and background is a big motivation without it I wouldn't be who I am today.

When I say that my daughter is  my motivation I think of so many reasons why. I'm limited on how much I could write so I will keep it simple. She motivates me because she is my world and I want so many things for her. I want her to have a life that I wasn't fortunate enough to have. I want her to be better than me,so that means I have to set the bar high so she will know how far she has to reach. She makes me a better me so she can be a better her.

My family, circumstances, and background motivates me in a different way than my daughter. My family supports me, inspire me and make sure I'm doing my best and never giving up. They make me smile when I'm down, always lets me know I could do it. My circumstances and background shaped me and made me who I am. It shows me where I never want to be again. So with that said I take my motivations and strive to be a better me.

High School

When I was in high School I attended two different schools, one called ISA (international studies academy) and the other one is youth chance high school. I decided to share my experience about Isa for some strange reason I grew to love that school even though I was barely there. Isa was a really diverse school there was people from all different types of back grounds and everybody got along really well. The atmosphere was really laid back the hallways was quiet during class and loud during break. The school itself was clean, well-kept and up to date. It wasn’t one of those schools with a whole bunch of scribble scrabble writing on the walls. We had a small lunchroom with a big yard. The teachers were very nice and seemed to always care about our education. When I started doing bad in school there was always a teacher there that seemed to care enough to reach out to me, where as some schools had teacher who could careless whether you was there or not. The students there seemed to be very well rounded, friendly, and eager to learn. I never really took the time out to befriend anyone because I always had my own circle of friends outside of school.

The Way I Talk....

When thinking about the way I speak the first 2 things that comes to my mind would have to be slang and Ebonics. I speak that way because that’s the way I am most comfortable speaking. I grew up in an environment where everybody spoke this way, people didn’t use proper or should I say formal language and/or English and if someone did they were considered things like square, nerd, stuck up and etc. Although it wasn’t very often that I heard people speak in this language, when I did I thought those things about them too. I would think that that person thought they were better than me for some reason so I stayed away from these types of people and kept to ma kind. Almost every word that I/we (we as in the people I grew up with) use I/we turned to our own language. I’ve always used words like shoulda instead should have or cant instead of cannot. I guess the reason is because I am a fast talker and I like to shorten things down as much as I possibly can. I use to be on public transportation talking and would see people looking at me like I was from another planet because of the way we spoke. I hate to be judged so I would give out mean looks with hopes that they would understand that that’s just the way that I expressed myself. I am learning now that formal English is the American way.