Teenagers Life
Teenagers LifeMY LIFE
It’s a bitter cold weather. Everybody in there houses sitting by fireplace or having hot chocolate. All of a sudden in the quiet neighborhood, there were ambulance sirens and then a woman was carried away on the stretcher to the ambulance.
Screams and cries can be heard all over the hospital. Finally it was quiet, then there was a baby crying. This baby was I, Mohammed Khan. I was born on April 17th, 1981. I was the first child and the first nephew in my family. I was treated like a little prince. Every body treated me like if I was really fragile. At the age of four, y mom had another kid, and it was a daughter. I had always wanted a brother, but a sister was born. Then I moved to America by the age of six. At age of seven my mom was back in the hospital and again gave a birth to a daughter. It was funny because I didn’t talk to my mother for a pretty long time because I wanted a brother instead I got a sister, but again I was only seven years old.
At age of 10, I started middle school. This was a new experience to me. Most of the kids thought I was an eight grader because I looked much older and I was bigger then most of the 6th and the 7th graders. Just like every middle school kid, I had my up and downs. I did really well in middle school, but when I got in 8th grade, I was devil child. I got in a lot of trouble at that age, especially with my parents. Even after all the up and downs surprisingly I did very well in middle school. I went to high school with a GPA of 3.8.
My high school year was the wildest and craziest and I also had some regretful moments. My high school freshman year is the most memorable year for me. The first day I stepped in the school, I started up the trouble. First day of class I got in trouble for talking too much and starting up a fight. So I was suspended for 3 days because of a fight that I started. Down the road I didn’t do that good in my classes either but surprisingly I only failed one of my classes at the end of my freshmen year. But I wasn’t proud of my grades I had. I didn’t do no after school activities or any thing. I just always got in trouble with my teachers, administrators and especially with my parents.
My sophomore year, I was more sober and I was mature, and I learned from my mistakes from past year. I started off by doing after school activities. I started off by playing football for my school and joined couple of clubs and...
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