 Thirteen is a movie about a teenage girl who is trying to find her place in life. Tracy the main character is a sweet girl, a straight A student,and a little naive, that her biggest worries were her studies, but when she finds that she will go unnoticed in junior high school with that attitude, she decides to change, and makes friends with the most popular girl in school, Evie Zamora. Evie is a troubled teenager, she does not have a stable household, she cheats, does petty crime, does drugs, and trough out the movie we see that she really does not care about anybody but herself. When Tracy and Evie become friends, at first, Tracy is reluctant of Evie’s way of being, but wanting so much to fit in and befriend with Evie, she gives in to peer pressure, making Tracy, troubled and unstable. Tracy develops a bad habit of cutting, to release the emotional pain, because her parents are divorced, and because she hates her mother boyfriend, Brady. This makes Tracy’s mother, Mel very worried and the mother daughter relationship, starts to crumble. I really like this movie because I can relate to the main character in so many ways, also because it’s a really good movie. not only because this movie shows us in black and white what almost every teenager goes through, peer pressure, drugs, sex, petty crime, rebelling, family problems, and emotional problems, but because it gives us a really good adivce, dont trust every girl who says its you friend, its ok to exprience new stuff in life, but its not ok to exaggerate. I think every teenager, between the ages of 12, 13 and up, should watch this movie because he or she would know what’s really out there, and also I think parents should watch this movies because then they would know what to do and what not to do, if a situation like that were ever to happen, but also could recognize the signs of trouble, distress or depression.
One of the reasons I don’t like to go to church is because people expect from you. And when people expect, you feel pressured. Even though the story is well written and has a good structure, I didn’t like the story line, because I don’t think it was right the pressure the pastor and the other adults put on Langston, to be saved, That’s one of the reasons I don’t like the church. I used to go to church when I was younger, my parents made me go, but when I got older like in my teens they gave me the choice to go to a church of my choice, so I went to my friends church, its was small, and I thought it was nice at first, I met the pastor he was nice and everything, and people were friendly. One day, something like what happened to Langston happened to me, but I wanted to go to the front, just to see what happened, and besides people were starting to look at me weird because I was just sitting there. The pastor prayed, people around me too, the put oil in my forehead, the pastor pushed me, so dramatic! Anyways, like a week later one of the “sisters” came up to my mother’s friend and she told her that I had a “lesbian spirit” in me and that I needed help, to be prayed on. Later that week I feel that people are giving me the cold shoulder. So I decided to leeve the church not because they thought I was a lesbian, but because, I don’t think it was right what they did. I don’t think that Langston made a bad decision; I think I would have done the same if I was in that situation. Trying to avoid problems and doing what my elders want me to do. I think that Langston shows us in a very personal way what he feels, but honestly I didn’t feel that empathetic with the character. In the story and salvation I think that are alike because both children did what the adult wanted them to do. In Rachel’s situation the teacher she wanted Rachel to put the sweater so she did, and Langston’s situation, the pastor and his aunt wanted him to be saved, so he got up and he was “saved”.
 This picture was taken two years ago, right before the weekend my dog died. Her name was Bruni, she died of cancer in her bones, the vet had to amputate the right back leg, because it got really bad, a month later the front left leg started to get swollen, so I had to make a choice, which broke my heart. I chose this picture because honestly I still have her in my heart, and I will never forget how happy she was when I came home that week end, she even let me gave her a bath without problems. I think she knew it was her last week end with me. In this picture, you can’t see it but Bruni already had three legs and the front left leg started to get bad, so she had trouble moving that's why she was sitting down. Bruni was always so energetic, always playing, and biting stuff, it drove me mad, but also she was very lovable, and loyal she used to protect me from everything, even from my own family, when my dad or my brother tease me she used to bark at them, but she never bit anyone, I thought her better than that, she just barked, like saying “stay away”, like a warning. That’s what I see when I look at this picture, memories coming back to me. After I gave her a bath I dried her with her towel, it was pink, but it was bitten all over, Bruni liked to bite stuff, especially towels and rocks. She hated baths but she loved to be dried with the towel she thought it was playing time, and I kind of let her think so, since I use to laugh at her. it was just so funny the way she played with the towel. Bruni usually sleeps with me in my bed. You must think I’m crazy… that night when I went to sleep I hear Bruni whining, I thought that she was in pain, but it wasn’t that, she wanted to jump to my bed and she couldn’t. At that moment I knew that I had to stop avoiding to inevitable. I had to put her to sleep, she already lost her back leg and her front leg was starting to get swollen, I just didn’t wanted to lose her but it was breaking my heart seeing her like that in pain, and she was in so much pain, so I decided to take my mattress and put it on the floor so Bruni could be comfortable, and I laid next to her, and said my goodbyes that night. I couldn’t go home for like a week, I couldn’t even look at the picture for like 2 weeks, because I was never there when she was put to sleep, and I was supposed to be there. But eventually I did go home and I had to face a house without the only living thing that was truly happy to see me when I got home, and never got mad at me, even when I did. When I adopt a dog it for life, and I give all my love to my dog, I don’t consider my dogs just pets, I consider them friends and family and that’s why it was so hard for me when Bruni died, I took care of her since she was a puppy, and she was always there to make me laugh, when I was sad. I have other dogs and I love them all, and every time one of them dies a piece of my heart goes with them. But for some reason, Bruni was extra special.
When I first read this essay I didn’t understand it. I had to read it at least five times, for me to understand the essay. Reading this essay made me realize that I am also not an abstract thinker. While I was reading this essay, I was thinking of other things that really have no relevance to the essay. And it took me some time to actually focus, and understand, which it has happened many times. I think that Didion writes because she is always asking herself questions, and writing a story or a novel is a way of getting answers to those questions. When Didion states that …”setting word on paper is the tactic of a secret bully, an invasion, an imposition of the writers sensibility on the readers most privet space.” It caught me a little by surprise, because I never really thought about it that way. But it makes sense when you think about it, because the writer is expressing their point of view about something, and there is no room for the reader to express his or hers point of view, what I mean to say is there is no room for conversation or debate. Which leads me to consider that writing is a selfish act. You write because you want to, because you like it, because you feel inspired, to express your feelings, or to find out what you’re feeling. But you don’t write because of what the other person is feeling.
 I don’t remember much about middle school or elementary school, I just remember the big events like graduation, and they are always special, but one thing that will always sticks with me is my friends. I was twelve or eleven years old, when I went to middle school, Luis Muñoz Marin was the name of the school, in Arecibo, first when I got there I was really scared, especially of the ninth graders, I mean the look so tall and mean. Fortunately I had my best friend with me, and she was the social one, everybody liked Kaili, she was fun to be around with, and I have no idea why, we became friends, she hated me back then. I met Kaili in elementary school, where we were rivals just because Roland our other best friend had a crush on me at that time and she had a crush on him. I used to tease her about it, till I made her cry once, then I felt bad, I said I was sorry but I don’t think till this day that she has forgiving me about it. One day I was forced to work with her in an assignment, and that’s when we started to be friends more or less, but I stopped teasing her. We became best friends graduating the 6th grade when Kaili, Roland and Me where the last one to leave the class day. That day the three of us just talked I don’t remember about what, but we bonded as best friends us three, it was just a feeling, and I was not wrong, that summer Roland, I think when to stay with someone and couldn’t hang with us, but me and Kaili were inseparable, but once middle school started we were the dynamic trio. Honestly I couldn’t get through middle school if it weren’t for my best friends, specially Kaili, it’s funny how two people that don’t like each other end up being best friends, Kaili and me are still best friends and I know our friendship is going a long way, but me and Roland really don’t talk, he got married I think had a child or the other way round, but we don’t keep in contact, on the other hand Kaili moved to the states and we still keep in contact. I miss my friends especially I miss the way things were, but people change and friendship change too, but some friendships are meant to be, others are not.
The story Eleven by Sandra Cisneros, it tells the truth about birthdays and growing up. Honestly, I don’t think that many people feel that they are the age they are right now, and it takes time to feel like you are maturing. Just like Rachel which is the main character and I think is the most I liked, experiences this. On her eleventh birthday she does not feel eleven, but ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, and so on, she feels that she is younger, and says that it takes time to feel like you are eleven. My least favorite character is Mrs. Price, just because I had a teacher like that once, and I can honestly say I know what is like to be embarrassed in front of the whole class, so I can say when the Mrs. Price made Rachel put on the old sweater that wasn’t actually hers, and made her cry, is when I felt more empathetic with the main character. I really like this story because I think that everybody goes through what Rachel went trough, and I don’t think it stops, because I’m twenty three years old and I feel like I’m still twenty two, and it happens every year.
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