My Origins
By: Tasha • Essay • 1,310 Words • April 3, 2010 • 1,164 Views
My Origins
It all started about thirty years ago, when a young woman named Mlle Des-vallons went to the doctor with her first born son Peter. Her husband died in war almost two years before. The child was extremely ill, so she decided to go the hospital. When she got there, none of the specialists were able to help. Until a doctor name Mr. Jonathas saw her. He generously took care of the baby, and offered her a great discount. She went back home blissful. The next morning she revisited the doctor. As a symbol of thanksgiving, she gave him a beautiful basket full of fruits. This marked the beginning of a romantic story from which I was conceived. I will not forget my culture, history, and the roots of my elders. Which bring me to this question, how do I show respect to my origins? How would I describe them? Certainly, there is plenty to be said, the paragraph that follows will answer all these questions.
I was born in Miami, but was raised in Haiti. My parents firmly believed that it is easier to raise kids outside the United States of America. Therefore at the age of one, I was brought to Hispaniola. At three years old I attended a private catholic school for girls only. For six years the main focus was learning five languages, French, English, Spanish, Creole, and Latin. I also had the occasion to discover other country’s history, their capital, their religion and more. I actually got the option to go to several countries each year, throughout the whole summer. I gain the knowledge of how to give back to my community by organizing movie day, student carnivals, and sport competitions. I have learned a lot and at the same time and enjoyed these experiences. My country taught me how to be humble and make the difference every day, in the way I talk, write, my values; I will always be grateful and look up to my precursors for this matter.
Most of us will be drop at the school by our parents, two days before the semester. Once there you will be assigned to some specific chores for the semester. We had to fix our room and clothes every day. As far as the food, we usually have maids to serve us and would always take care of the rest. We respected everyone in the school in vice versa. An attitude contrary to that and the student will be kick out of the school. I had abided under the laws of the school and the dress code. Nice hair and uniform that cover my whole body, or I will be sent back home. We learn to express ourselves respectfully not to cursing or speaking profanity. In the morning we woke up at five and had to be ready for the church by six. At seven fifteen we had to depart from the mass. The class schedule was from seven thirty until three o’clock. I was only allowed to take two breaks a day. At four in the afternoon started what the students called hard labor. It consists of two hours of studying and completing our homework. The assistant Nan will verify us in order to be dismissed.
In beginning of January, the Nan in charge of the cultural activities will discuss the rules in regulations of the school with the seniors. The seniors will come to a conclusion on theme for the year, while the freshman sort out the type of designs, decorations, dances, music and kiosks that we want to present. They will have to pick a famous music band, the date, and the place… It took us days of hard work to create a picture of the dress. Only the nominate beauty queen was to wear that dress, and will choose the color that she wanted. Freshman of the art class will design the admission card, and decide of the price. The money collected will serve to help the community
In 1998 the theme was the French colonization. Every body had to be dress like the French government during the 18th century. People came from everywhere in the country to discover the student carnival.
The festival attracted all social categories on the Champs de Mars, the principal center for the carnival. The multicolored decorations, the personality of the dancers were very attractive. While walking toward the white house, the population dances the soul of the country. Dancing behind their beautiful Creole queen, each institution was representing a various shade of color. They