P1+JCalderon

I have only lived in the apartment on cinnamon Ave. for about 10 months. We used to live In a house on Joann st. with my uncle, his wife and two kids. It was a three bedroom house on a single level, and it had a big backyard in which we kept our dog. The house was old and needed a lot of fixing. The paint on the outside of the house would peel if you touched it like the peel of an orange. The house was a zoo with two little kids always running around and playing Because of all this noise my mom never had time to relax after getting home from work. This soon made my mom very uncomfortable and so she decided to move out. That when she found the two bedroom apartment cinnamon Ave. which I now live in. The apartment is gray blue, it almost seem as the apartment is sad because the color is so gloomy. No one lives underneath us because that is where our garage is. The apartment from the inside isn’t all that bad, I have my own room which looks like someone threw up valentines day because it’s full of hearts. My room is bigger and I have a bigger closet than in the house before. Although there isn’t anyone downstairs there is someone next to us and I don’t like this because I cant put my music as loud as I would like to. Another thing is that going upstairs and downstairs gets really annoying. I would like to live in a house where I have a backyard for my dog and a house where I can put my music loud. A house where I can make noise without worrying about the neighbors, maybe one day I will.
 * __My house On cinnamon Ave.__**

Everyone in my family has something unique or diferent about their hair. My Moms hair is long and soft like silk, It is long smooth waves in the ocean. My brothers hair is Short and dark like a midnight sky and its also the hair of a poodle. My hair is long and straight like angel hair pasta and it is the color of autumn leaves, dark with light brown mixed in.
 * __Hair__**

My world is divided by Gender, Age, and by reputation. My world is divided by gender not only in school but as well in my house. In my house have to do chores and help my mom clean and sometimes cook but my brother doesn’t have to do any of that because he is a boy and in my moms mind those aren’t things boys should do. This is something that I think is unfair and frustrates me because house work isn’t only for women now a days. Age comes into my life when it comes to babysitting and when I have friends because I do not have friends that are over 19 max. because it is just totally diferent worlds and experiences. The reputation of a person has a lot to do with how the person will probably be with you but I don’t only take that in consideration I also consider what the person has been through and their personality but a persons reputation is what makes you want to or not want to get to know them.
 * __Boys and girls__**

In English my name means a gift from god or a flower. And in Spanish it really has no meaning. It is love, talking and has eight letters. My grandma, both of them gave me the name. My moms mom always wanted to name one of her daughters Jasminne and so my mom named me Jasminne. No one else in my family has my name not a cousin or second cousin, no one. My brothers name is Miguel and can always be called Mike for short. And my moms name is Ninivet a biblical name of a city. My name is Jasminne and I really like my name specially because it is spelled unusual which Shows who I am, someone out of the ordinary.
 * __My name__**


 * __Our Good Day__
 * When i was younger a friend wasnt any one really special they were just people u talked to and hung out with during school. Now my way of looking at friends is diferent, now i actually think that friends are an important aspect of mylife and that they do have alot of influence in the decisions I make through out my life. The way i chose my friends was jus by how close they live to me and if i had them in my class.I still have some of my old friends but some went their on way, but when making new friends i chose them by their personality and their reputation.

Thow who dont know any better go into shalimar st. and think the people are dangerous. They consider everyone a gangster or druggy. To the people who live there it is their home. There isnt any where else they'd rather be. When they go into another neighborhood they feel out of place and not wanted. Both sides scared of eachother because they don't even try to get to know one another. i think it will always be this way because people will always hold their own stereotypes.
 * __Those who Don't__**

There used to be a lady that lived in front of our house and she had 8 kids. Its not a huge number but that is alot of kids to take care of. Sometimes she had days where she didnt want to do anything to take care of her kids. The whole neighborhood knew who they were. They were known or thought to be kids without parents. They would steal bikes and anything they could find, once they stole my bike.
 * __There was an old woman she had so many children she didn't know what to do__**

__**The First Attempt to swim
 * __I had always gone tomy aunts house to "swim" buti never really swam. I would always stay on the shallow side becasue i didnt know how to swim. One day my cousins decided to "teach" me how to swim and i was doing fine with the doggy paddelin. My cousins thought that it was time to teach me the next step and so he took me out to the deep and let go of me and just left me there. I didn't know how to swim and i soon started freaking out and almost drowned until my uncle came ot get me out.Now I am scared to goin the deep (kind of) and i still don't know how to swim, which is pretty sad.

I always remember my grandma as an old lady but she wasnt always sick. When i was about 5 years old she would always take care of me becasue she lived next door, and she always seemed to be fine. One day my grandma had gone to the doctor and she told my mom she was sick i didnt know of what and didnt even bother to ask because i was so small, but now I know. My grandma had Cancer and it was only going to get worse.My grandma was dying for about a year and she knew it i recall being small and me and my cousin would take her vitamins becasue they tasted like orange. My grandma passed away and my cousin, she was about 10 and i was going to be 7, she told me that it wasmy fault for taking her pillsand i remember feeling so bad and told my mom and surely my mom laughed at me and reassured me it was not my fault.
 * __Born bad__**

I remember when my aunt brought her cousin from mexico and she stayed with us a few days. She was a nice girl and she had come because her boyfriend had come to the U.S. and so she came becasue they were going to get married. She didn'tlike the idea of living here but her husband told her that it was a better place for them to be.She still doesn't like living here she deals with it but she still complains about everything thats here and how everything where she was in her country was better.
 * __No Speak English__**

__**Not a flat. Not an apartment. Not a husbands house. Not my mom's. A house thats only mine. With my family. My computer and poems, and many stories. Nobody to yell at. Nobodys toys to pick up after. A space for me to relax and be able to do what i want.
 * __A house of my own