“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Rob Siltanen
Now living with a family with two kids below the age of 5 and trying to do school work is quite challenging. Everything is a little more difficult, sleep is hard due to the kids screaming, getting a test done while babysitting the kids can make a person go insane, but I love them. Another person I am not use to being around is my boyfriend who wants to share everything with me but also does not fully understand that I have schoolwork to complete. For now all I can do is just go day by day.
I am 18 years-old, My mom’s funeral had just passed so I now moved on to attend University of Ontario Institute of Technology, two hours away from where I had lived. Some people apologize to me for my experience but after the third time of hearing it, I just felt pitied by everyone else. Everyone I met I had to put on a mask and pretend to be overly happy, but in reality I cried myself to sleep most nights calling for my mom.
No one can prepare for the pain you feel when losing a love one especially when they leave so suddenly. I feel alienated from the world around me because no one that I knew had experienced what I had. I am not sure how to communicate the emotions I feel I do not know how to handle a life without a mom to complain too.
Around noon the residence advisor (RA) came and banged on our doors to tell us about the ice break at 2. A lot of people did not attend this event but no one from high school had come to this university, so I went.
After several games and a lot of talking we gathered into our floors. The RA introduced himself and we all went in a circle. The first girl was named to Samantha and she had something to tell everyone, with a smile on her face she told everyone. ” I am Samantha and I live in the room at the end of the hall, I am not a RA and do not have condoms to give you.” I giggled a bit to myself after hearing that and immediately decide I have to be friends with this outgoing lady. Maybe I can get through this change.
Not My Mother's Daughter 
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