<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350357359616250930</id><updated>2024-10-12T12:26:12.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Great things come unexpected in life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asoccerluvr9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4350357359616250930/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asoccerluvr9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alicia May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12310148306720231636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieU1UlVGIVeuzgpb3pdxRXaL-rSg34tkAHLZoYTMPBM8KOFd8S0G8yFvEzgdZb47EUT2Zx5yHl5CgCpONbDbLVZ5XWslUonvmFW1Q9ZnA3-WfvunHRbtUAfmcBMBkG5Ek/s220/GAVIN+AND+I+2.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350357359616250930.post-8663551923480166620</id><published>2011-10-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:03:20.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start to the Rest of my LIfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Get up go to school, go to soccer practice, do homework, chores, sleep, go to bed, get up and do it all over again. That was my life as a high school sophomore. Summer came&amp;nbsp;and I found out that my whole life was about to change. I got a job at an ice cream place, trust me that wasn&#39;t much money, but it was better than doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-kK9Hn8U3e4wurh4F7skgojSg6wiaXhBT4H7xAoeWbqDGk1wOtCuxsShtb4Uf93HElfY9iSs4LzB1WYygbZrEqwmp96XprbA-c1QE6UKrWykilSs2XPYK9VOKI2mw8-iq1_L6GVIRYg/s1600/aw.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; oda=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-kK9Hn8U3e4wurh4F7skgojSg6wiaXhBT4H7xAoeWbqDGk1wOtCuxsShtb4Uf93HElfY9iSs4LzB1WYygbZrEqwmp96XprbA-c1QE6UKrWykilSs2XPYK9VOKI2mw8-iq1_L6GVIRYg/s320/aw.bmp&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Junior year came, soccer tryouts began, although I wanted nothing more than to play again, I knew that I wouldn&#39;t be allowed to. As the girls on the team passed me in the hall way they would ask me why I wasn&#39;t playing, I couldn&#39;t, I&#39;d just make up an excuse and walk&amp;nbsp;away. I felt like I had disappointed them and let them down, they were family. There were days that I was not able to go to school because I felt so weak. Mid-terms came. I took every single one of them except I was not able to attend school on the last day of them. I woke that morning and couldn&#39;t even stand up. A few hours later my mom brought me&amp;nbsp;to the doctors,&amp;nbsp;that night at 5:08 p.m. my son was born!! That was the best day of my life, my little miracle came into the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Although I had my son to take care of, I knew that school was still my responsibility to finish. I had all my work sent to my house for me to do. I was supposed to get a tutor, but I preferred that I do all my work on my own. On top of taking care of my son 24/7 I did my school work, when it was time to take a test i would go into school, sit a room with a teacher and take my test, then I&#39;d go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;After a month of that I returned to school, going back felt so weird. Everyone would stare at me as I walked down the halls. When I got to class and sat in my seat I felt so out of place, like I didn&#39;t belong there. But in the end I did it, I finished junior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Summer came, my family and I moved out of town. Not because we wanted to but because we needed a bigger house. My senior year, I couldn&#39;t believe it, I had to start off in a brand new high school not knowing anyone. Walking down the halls of TMHS was like the first day back at KHS. I felt like I didn&#39;t belong with these kids. They were there all four years of their high school career, and I as an outsider came just to finish mine out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;At the same time as going to school and taking care of my son I had to get a job at the casino. My sister worked there a while before me, she was part of the reason I was able to get in, that I was thankful for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Graduation came, I was so proud of myself, I completed high school, worked, and took care of my ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;by. Summer came yet again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;I couldn&#39;t continue working at the casino, the gas got too expensive for the travel, half my pay check would go to gas, it wasn&#39;t worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;I found a new job, closer to home, and it was good pay. I never thought working 47 and 1/2 hours a week would be like still going to school. Now while currently still working at my job I am taking an online college course, still receiving no child support. His father months ago was court ordered to pay $12.00 a week.&amp;nbsp; Now lets be honest here, who can live on $12.00 a week?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;No one said life was easy, but in the end it&#39;s all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asoccerluvr9.blogspot.com/feeds/8663551923480166620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asoccerluvr9.blogspot.com/2011/10/start-to-rest-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4350357359616250930/posts/default/8663551923480166620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4350357359616250930/posts/default/8663551923480166620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asoccerluvr9.blogspot.com/2011/10/start-to-rest-of-my-life.html' title='The Start to the Rest of my LIfe'/><author><name>Alicia May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12310148306720231636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieU1UlVGIVeuzgpb3pdxRXaL-rSg34tkAHLZoYTMPBM8KOFd8S0G8yFvEzgdZb47EUT2Zx5yHl5CgCpONbDbLVZ5XWslUonvmFW1Q9ZnA3-WfvunHRbtUAfmcBMBkG5Ek/s220/GAVIN+AND+I+2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-kK9Hn8U3e4wurh4F7skgojSg6wiaXhBT4H7xAoeWbqDGk1wOtCuxsShtb4Uf93HElfY9iSs4LzB1WYygbZrEqwmp96XprbA-c1QE6UKrWykilSs2XPYK9VOKI2mw8-iq1_L6GVIRYg/s72-c/aw.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>