Family: Omar Pineda

He is an extraordinary and a wonderful man he is a, husband, friend, brother, son and father. His name is Omar Pineda and was born and raised in El Salvador on September 9, 1977. He is the oldest out of his four brothers. He always mentioned he never enjoyed his childhood because he always had to take care of his brothers. Among his four brothers two of them are deaf. He was bullied and made fun of in elementary school for having deaf brothers. He was teased in elementary school and was called “ el Niño que habla manos” which means in English the boy who speaks with his hands. He once told me he used to hate when they called him that because there is nothing wrong with being different.
My father had a miserable childhood, but her overcame being bullied around and defended himself and his brothers. When the civil war began in El Salvador my father’s family were forced to leave the country and came to the U.S. Once my father arrived to the U.S they settled in Hollywood, California; where he would start the next chapter of his childhood on Normandie Street. My father tells me stories on how Normandie Street made him change into a man.
My father spent the rest of his childhood on Normandie Street, were he spent every afternoons selling fruits from the fruit truck which my grandfather owned. My father loved that fruit truck because it taught him responsibility. He once said that my grandfather taught him valuable lessons on that truck on how it is important to take care of our family. My grandfather appreciated my father because he knew he was going to be a great man one day because he always defended his brothers and made sure they were well taken care of.
On Normandie Street no one teased or bullied my father or my uncles because no one on Normandie Street thought that being deaf was not something to make fun of. My father loved that his brothers were finally going to live a life without being bullied or teased. He always looked out for his brothers when they were in need, and that’s what I think made him into a man, by taking care of his brothers.
After living only a few years on Normandie my grandfather died when my father was only fifteen years old. Although my father was still a teenager he became a man when he arrived to Normandie Street. Although I still do not know what type of conversations my grandfather and my father had on that fruit truck I know that those few conversations he had made him change into a man. I know my father was not able to enjoy his childhood, but I admire the fact that he always defend his brothers, and when he moved to the U.S he became a man because he always cared for others and grew stronger into a man when my grandfather passed away.

Family: Omar Pineda

He is an extraordinary and a wonderful man he is a, husband, friend, brother, son and father. His name is Omar Pineda and was born and raised in El Salvador on September 9, 1977. He is the oldest out of his four brothers. He always mentioned he never enjoyed his childhood because he always had to take care of his brothers. Among his four brothers two of them are deaf. He was bullied and made fun of in elementary school for having deaf brothers. He was teased in elementary school and was called “ el Niño que habla manos” which means in English the boy who speaks with his hands. He once told me he used to hate when they called him that because there is nothing wrong with being different.
My father had a miserable childhood, but her overcame being bullied around and defended himself and his brothers. When the civil war began in El Salvador my father’s family were forced to leave the country and came to the U.S. Once my father arrived to the U.S they settled in Hollywood, California; where he would start the next chapter of his childhood on Normandie Street. My father tells me stories on how Normandie Street made him change into a man.
My father spent the rest of his childhood on Normandie Street, were he spent every afternoons selling fruits from the fruit truck which my grandfather owned. My father loved that fruit truck because it taught him responsibility. He once said that my grandfather taught him valuable lessons on that truck on how it is important to take care of our family. My grandfather appreciated my father because he knew he was going to be a great man one day because he always defended his brothers and made sure they were well taken care of.
On Normandie Street no one teased or bullied my father or my uncles because no one on Normandie Street thought that being deaf was not something to make fun of. My father loved that his brothers were finally going to live a life without being bullied or teased. He always looked out for his brothers when they were in need, and that’s what I think made him into a man, by taking care of his brothers.
After living only a few years on Normandie my grandfather died when my father was only fifteen years old. Although my father was still a teenager he became a man when he arrived to Normandie Street. Although I still do not know what type of conversations my grandfather and my father had on that fruit truck I know that those few conversations he had made him change into a man. I know my father was not able to enjoy his childhood, but I admire the fact that he always defend his brothers, and when he moved to the U.S he became a man because he always cared for others and grew stronger into a man when my grandfather passed away.

Family

He is an extraordinary and a wonderful man he is a, husband, friend, brother, son and father. His name is Omar Pineda and was born and raised in El Salvador on September 9, 1977. He is the oldest out of his four brothers. He always mentioned he never enjoyed his childhood because he always had to take care of his brothers. Among his four brothers two of them are deaf. He was bullied and made fun of in elementary school for having deaf brothers. He was teased in elementary school and was called “ el Niño que habla manos” which means in English the boy who speak with his hands. He once told me he used to hate when they called him that because there is nothing wrong with being different.
My father had a miserable childhood, but her overcame being bullied around and defended himself and his brothers. When the civil war began in El Salvador my father’s family was forced to leave the country and came to the U.S. Once my father arrived to the U.S they settled in Hollywood California; where he would start the next chapter of his childhood on Normandie Street. My father tells me stories on how Normandie Street made him change into a man.
My father spent the rest of his childhood on Normandie Street, were he spent every afternoon selling fruits on the fruit truck in which my grandfather owned. My father loved that fruit truck because it taught him responsibility. He once said that my grandfather taught him valuable lessons on that truck on how it is important to take care of our family. My grandfather appreciated my father because he knew he was going to be a great man one day because he always defended his brothers and made sure they were well taken care of.
On Normandie Street no one teased or bullied my father or my uncles because no one on Normandie Street thought that being deaf was not something to make fun of. My father loved that his brothers were finally going to live a life without being bullied or teased by. He always looked out for his brother when they were in need, and that’s what I think made him into a man taking care of his brothers.
After living only a few years on Normandie my grandfather died when my father was only fifteen years old. Although my father was still a teenager he became a man when he arrived to Normandie Street. Although I still do not know what type of conversations my grandfather and my father had on that fruit truck I know that those few conversation he had made him change into a man. I know my father was not able to enjoy his childhood, but I admire the fact that always defend his brothers, and when he moved to the U.S he became a man because he always cared for others and grew stronger into a man when my grandfather passed away.

Struggles

Priscilla Pineda

English 6A

Professor Lennon

April 9, 2010
Struggles

One of my biggest struggles in my life has been leaving my childhood home. During my

childhood years I lived in the city of South Gate, California. I lived on the street called Chestnut;

our home there was a two story house and it had a big back yard. I use to call my home Chestnut

because in front of my home there was a Chestnut tree and it was the only tree on the block. In

my childhood years my Chestnut home gave me good childhood memories while I was growing

up. I remember every summer all my friends on the block would come to my house to play in

my back yard, I use to play for hours in that yard.

After playing every summer in my Chestnut home in the back yard, I never got tired of

playing in that house. Every day the children of Chestnut Street would come in front of my

house where the Chestnut tree was and all of us would choose the best Chestnut and we would

always try to break one. Once I arrived into my adolescent years, I carried on the games and

taught the games to my little sister because I wanted her to have the same tradition of playing

games and having fun in Chestnut Street. I knew that our Chestnut home was going to be the

home we were going to live in forever, because I had so many memories in that home.

During the summer of 2007, my father decided to buy a new house without my family’s

consent. When my father approached us with the devastating news I could not believe that we

were moving. I did not want to live in another house because all my memories were here in my

Chestnut home. I tried to argue with my father trying to convince him to let us stay in our home

but his face said it all we were going to move whether I liked it or not. I knew at that moment

that it was going to be the hardest struggle I would go through in my life.

There I was standing all alone in my bedroom, looking back at all the memories I had

throughout those seventeen years, I wondered at that time if this change was good. I stood

there for about an hour alone crying and praying thinking that this was a nightmare; I couldn’t

believe that we were moving. I lived in that house since I was born; this was the home I grew up

in. As my dad finished fixing the boxes in the moving truck, I saw my childhood friends walking

towards my home, I saw them and I couldn’t stop my tears as I ran towards them. They told

me, “Don’t leave Priscilla you can’t leave now. They told me that were always going to be there

for me. I told them my goodbyes.

As we were leaving the city, I asked my dad if we could stop at my high school, as we were

approaching, I begged my dad one more time not to move from our home which I loved and the

city I grew up in. He told me “Priscilla I know this is the hardest step you have faced throughout

your life, but I promise you that this is a new beginning that will bring you in opportunities in

school and in life”. He then told me he was sorry, but we are not moving back. Those few words

made me not hate my dad anymore, because I knew that we were moving to a better city and a

new house that would start a new chapter on our lives.

Neat vs. Sloppy

Priscilla Pineda
Eng 6A Professor Lennon
February 12, 2010

Neat or Sloppy – which kind person are you?
In the short essays of “Neat People vs. Sloppy” People written by Suzanne Britt, Britt discusses about two kinds of people, one person being the sloppy and the other being the neat. In Britt, essay she discusses the characteristics of the neat being very organized and lazier. Or the other in hand the “lazy people are meaner than sloppy.” After reading Neat People vs. Sloppy, I describe myself being a neat person.
The neat people are identify as their house being neat and the only thing being sloppy is their trash can. I am a neat person because I follow the same characteristics that the writer Britt mentioned in her essay. Being a neat person, I do not like having clutter around the house. I also never save anything I do not use. I enjoy having everything in order and cannot stand having a mess.
Being a neat person I like to have everything organized. I enjoy cleaning and have everything coordinated such as the clothes in colors and winter clothes separated from the summer clothes. As a neat person I can never leave a job unfinished. I always have to give it the best of my ability because if I do not finish for me it’s like being sloppy. In Britt essay she mentioned how the neat are lazier; however I do not consider myself a lazy person because I love to have the job done as soon as possible and I do not procrastinate.

Valentines Day

Priscilla Pineda
English 6A Professor Lennon
February 20, 2010

Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day is a holiday that is celebrated around the world. Valentine is a holiday that is supposed to be celebrated with your loved ones and to share the love you have with one another. Although I do not celebrate Valentine’s Day due to my religion, I spent the day with my family in which started joyful and ended in a tragic day.
Family is the most important thing that matters to me, because they are the ones who are there for you, spend Valentine’s Day with my family is the best thing I could ask for. My Valentines morning my family I went to breakfast, as we usually do every Sunday morning. We spent half of our morning in the restaurant catching up on everyone life since we all have hectic schedules.
After breakfast we usually go to the movies and see the latest film. Unfortunately as we were leaving the restaurant on our way to the theaters my mother receives an unexpected call from her aunt in El Salvador. Her aunt mention to her that her great grandmother who is ninety-one years old was ill and that it was necessary for her to visit her grandmother before she passed away. My mother at that moment brought the first flight out to El Salvador.
Once we arrived to the airport my mother told us sorry if this trip had ruined our family day but it was urgent for her to leave in order for her to say goodbye to her grandmother before she passed away. My family and I told her she had nothing to apologize about as long as she went to see her grandmother we were happy she was going to see her and we were sad at the same time that she was passing away. Valentine’s Day is a day that is supposed to be filled of joy of happiness and love in my cases it was not at all filled of joy and happiness but it was a tragic day I will never forget.

Neat People vs. Sloppy People

Priscilla Pineda

Eng 6A Professor Lennon

February 12, 2010



Neat or Sloppy – which kind person are you?

In the short essays of “Neat People vs. Sloppy” People written by Suzanne Britt, Suzanne discusses about two kinds of people; one person being the sloppy and the other being the neat. In Britt essay she discusses the characteristics of the neat being very organized and lazier. In the other in hand the “lazy people are meaner than sloppy.” After reading Neat People vs. Sloppy, I describe myself being a neat person.

The neat people are describe as their house always being neat and the only thing being sloppy is their trash can and they never keep anything they don’t need . I am a neat person because I follow the same characteristics that the writer Britt mentioned in her essay. Being a neat person, I do not like having clutter around the house. I also never save anything I do not use. I enjoy having everything in order and cannot stand having a mess.

Being a neat person I like to have everything organized. I enjoy cleaning and have everything coordinated such as the clothes in colors and winter clothes separated from the summer clothes. As a neat person I can never leave a job unfinished I always have to give it the best of my ability because if I do not finish for me it’s like being sloppy. In Britt essay she mentioned how the neat are lazier, however I do not consider myself a lazy person because I love to have the job done as soon as possible and I do not procrastinate.