My Senior Year
A Life's Story
I was brought into life March 23, 1991. I was the second grandchild to be born in the family. I was born in Chula Vista, California. When I was born. I had a head full of curly black hair and some small hazel eyes. I was short most of my life until the age of thirteen and I had a gigantic growth spurt. Now I am taller than most of the girls my age. My full name is Manuel Sandoval Niebla, I was a healthy, energetic, quiet, and content baby boy who loved to draw, I am seventeen years old soon to be eighteen in a couple of days. I believe that I look exactly the same I did when I was younger. I now weigh 160lbs. and I am 5’9.
The person who has influenced me the most in my life is my mom. My mom was the first person I chose because she gave me so much and still continues to do so. She is a great woman, who although has made some mistakes she has overcome them and taught me to do the same. I commend my mom because she left her job, and her home to find a better place for my brother, my sister, and I. That must have been very hard for her, but because of her love she did it anyway. Also, she has always been there for me to lend an open ear whenever I needed her. This was important and influential to me because it’s not many adults who teenagers will share their problems with, and whether she realizes it or not that really meant a lot to me.
Many events have taken place during the course of my life. In particular I remember my 1st day at Coachella Valley High School. I was aware that the transition would be hard coming out of a middle school and into a high school. I know how it is with 1st impressions, so I wanted mine to be the best. But, yet I still had so many unanswered questions such as what do I wear?, who would I sit with at lunch?. These seemed to be the most important things to me at the time. After I got over these things and just took it day by day I was fine. As far as grades go the things they learned in their middle schools...
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