The personal connection I made with this book chapter is,
when I went to stay with my aunt across town , and began to do a little better
in school because if felt that I had a stable home.
I grew closer with my childhood friend and we began to hang
real closely walking to and from school, playing football, running track and
taking JROTC class together, if one did something we both had to take part in
it. We challenged each other to do well in school often comparing grades to
each others, and would talk junk to one if he didn’t produce the same type of
grade. Just like in the chapter I had no father figure at home and looked up to
my uncle or people had already been thru what I had to go through, that’s who
often taught me the value of life. Me and my childhood friend often got in
trouble be was smarter enough not to get caught doing it, letting other get
caught doing the dirt and we laugh at them cause they wasn’t smart enough to
stop letting the feeling of trouble overwhelm them. We both looked up to a
teacher his name was first sergeant our JROTC teacher who was just like our
father. He often guided us to make something of ourselves and leave the bad
company behind not knowing we were the bad company on others.
We in my life my teacher often cursed at us out of anger and frustration of us doing poor and living the thug life. He often made us visualize our self's as drug dealer dead or in jail of cripple to show us that's were we were headed, if we didn't clean up our act.
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