By Leonardo, Age 12
I was excited one day because I liked to go to school. My mom woke me up very early. I got ready for school. The bus came and we went to school. After a few moments, we go there and I was so excited. I played football during recess. While I was playing, Charlie, a student, threw the ball and it hit my hand. I did not realize it at the time, but it broke my hand. My hand hurt.
Mr. Mike took me to my dad and he asked my uncle to take us to the hospital in Orange Walk. We got to Orange Walk and the man said that they could not examine me. My dad said that we had to come back the next day. I was very sad. The doctor gave me something to hold my hand so it did not hurt.
In the morning, we went to the doctor and she said she could see us. The gave me an x-ray. They saw that my hand was broken. They took me and then they laid me on a bed. The doctor said, “When I count to three, we will pull his hand,” and they began to pull my hand. Suddenly they fixed my hand and then they put on a cast. It was itchy. I was so sad with the cast on my hand.
It took one month for my hand to heal. Eventually the doctor said we could take it off. They cut it off. I was so happy! I could play football again. That was the saddest experience of my life.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Near-Drowning
By Dubin, Age 12
On the 20th of July, 2009 it was a rainy day and the river was overflowing. I was scared because my house is near the river. I told my mom, “Mom, what if the water goes inside our house? Where are we going to go?”
My mom just changed the subject and said, “Okay, family, why don’t we go swimming.”
So we all agreed and we went to our rooms and put on our bathing suits. We all met near the river and went in. At first, I was very scared because I didn’t know how to swim. I wanted to try to swim, so I jumped into the water and tried my best. But guess what happened: suddenly I began to drown. When I was underwater I thought that someone was pulling me down, but it was nobody. My head went in and out of the water.
I yelled, “Help! Help! I’m drowning!” Nobody heard me. I was very scared. I thought it was the end of my life, so I looked towards the sky and said, “God, you know what to do with me.” He must have wanted me to continue my life because finally my dad saved me.
My dad told me, “Now did you learn your lesson?”
I told him yes and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. I also told him, “Dad, you are my hero and will always be.”
Now I learned my lesson of not to swim in a flooded river. I also learned how to swim.
On the 20th of July, 2009 it was a rainy day and the river was overflowing. I was scared because my house is near the river. I told my mom, “Mom, what if the water goes inside our house? Where are we going to go?”
My mom just changed the subject and said, “Okay, family, why don’t we go swimming.”
So we all agreed and we went to our rooms and put on our bathing suits. We all met near the river and went in. At first, I was very scared because I didn’t know how to swim. I wanted to try to swim, so I jumped into the water and tried my best. But guess what happened: suddenly I began to drown. When I was underwater I thought that someone was pulling me down, but it was nobody. My head went in and out of the water.
I yelled, “Help! Help! I’m drowning!” Nobody heard me. I was very scared. I thought it was the end of my life, so I looked towards the sky and said, “God, you know what to do with me.” He must have wanted me to continue my life because finally my dad saved me.
My dad told me, “Now did you learn your lesson?”
I told him yes and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. I also told him, “Dad, you are my hero and will always be.”
Now I learned my lesson of not to swim in a flooded river. I also learned how to swim.
When I First Came to Gallon Jug
By Angela, Age 12
When we were in Cayo, my father got a new job at Gallon Jug so we had to move. When my mom and dad were packing up, my friend and I were playing for the last time. When we needed to go we started crying. Then when we reached Gallon Jug, we were amazed by such a clean place it was. We started unpacking our bags.
Then we went to meet Mr. Mike and Ms. Jill. A few days after,I went to the school and I knew Mr. Mike and Ms. Jill, so they introduced me to some girls and boys. Mr. Mike and Ms. Jill made me feel comfortable at the school. I was very shy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Everybody was very different from me. At school we did some games. Mr. Mike and Ms. Jill were so kind to me and my family.
At the end of the day my mom came to pick me up from school. Over the next two days I made two new friends. From then on I wasn’t shy anymore.
When we were in Cayo, my father got a new job at Gallon Jug so we had to move. When my mom and dad were packing up, my friend and I were playing for the last time. When we needed to go we started crying. Then when we reached Gallon Jug, we were amazed by such a clean place it was. We started unpacking our bags.
Then we went to meet Mr. Mike and Ms. Jill. A few days after,I went to the school and I knew Mr. Mike and Ms. Jill, so they introduced me to some girls and boys. Mr. Mike and Ms. Jill made me feel comfortable at the school. I was very shy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Everybody was very different from me. At school we did some games. Mr. Mike and Ms. Jill were so kind to me and my family.
At the end of the day my mom came to pick me up from school. Over the next two days I made two new friends. From then on I wasn’t shy anymore.
Ms. Jill’s Class
By Alexis, Age 11
After Infant II, I entered the class of Ms. Jill. She was a fantastic teacher. In the class of Ms. Jill, I learned a lot of things. Ms. Jill was a woman who was about six feet tall. She had blonde hair with dark streaks. She was a good teacher and she always had a smile on her face.
The first day I entered her class I was very excited. She told us that a friend of hers said, “I know where Jill is sitting on the bus because of her ‘ssss’ sound.” For me, it was very funny.
I liked being in Ms. Jill’s class from the first day I entered it. In Ms. Jill’s class I was so happy. Sometimes she scolded us, but in a little while she was happy again. When a kid was doing something very bad she would take them to Mr. Mike. One time a student made her cry because he told her something very bad. After lunch she was very sad.
After Standard I, I passed to Standard II and I was still in her class. It was the same as the past year – very fun. To the Standard II students who passed to Standard III, she gave them bracelets and necklaces. I had fun playing bingo in her class. We played bingo every Thursday at the end of the day. When someone won, she gave them a pencil. She gave a pencil to first and second place and to third place she gave them a lollipop.
Then she went to the U.S. to the baby shower of her sister. She stayed there for about 2 months because she was pregnant with her son, Bryce. From that day on, she stopped teaching. After she left, Mildred taught us. Then she came back to Belize and didn’t teach anymore because she started a preschool.
The plane accident happened. She left us here and she went to heaven. I really miss her and Mr. Mike. They were the joy of the school.
After Infant II, I entered the class of Ms. Jill. She was a fantastic teacher. In the class of Ms. Jill, I learned a lot of things. Ms. Jill was a woman who was about six feet tall. She had blonde hair with dark streaks. She was a good teacher and she always had a smile on her face.
The first day I entered her class I was very excited. She told us that a friend of hers said, “I know where Jill is sitting on the bus because of her ‘ssss’ sound.” For me, it was very funny.
I liked being in Ms. Jill’s class from the first day I entered it. In Ms. Jill’s class I was so happy. Sometimes she scolded us, but in a little while she was happy again. When a kid was doing something very bad she would take them to Mr. Mike. One time a student made her cry because he told her something very bad. After lunch she was very sad.
After Standard I, I passed to Standard II and I was still in her class. It was the same as the past year – very fun. To the Standard II students who passed to Standard III, she gave them bracelets and necklaces. I had fun playing bingo in her class. We played bingo every Thursday at the end of the day. When someone won, she gave them a pencil. She gave a pencil to first and second place and to third place she gave them a lollipop.
Then she went to the U.S. to the baby shower of her sister. She stayed there for about 2 months because she was pregnant with her son, Bryce. From that day on, she stopped teaching. After she left, Mildred taught us. Then she came back to Belize and didn’t teach anymore because she started a preschool.
The plane accident happened. She left us here and she went to heaven. I really miss her and Mr. Mike. They were the joy of the school.
Memories of my Life
By Suleima, Age 12
It was my first day of school and I was excited about it. After a week of school, Friday came and I was thrilled because it was my first time doing P.E. with my classmates. I was happy changing and after we started exercising I was more excited. I always looked forward to Fridays until one time I exercised as usual and afterwards I played tag on the hill and fainted.
When I woke up, I saw white clouds and it felt like my head was spinning around. I didn’t know what it was, but the sickness I had was killing me. From the first time I fainted, everything was not normal for me. I always got to my house with my head hurting or not feeling well. The same thing happened over and over again. I didn’t know what was happening to me.
Three years later, I was in Standard I and almost done with the school year when I started vomiting. My head hurt and I started spitting saliva out of my mouth. At that moment Dona Telma came and saw me and started shouting. “Mr. Mike, Ms. Jill, Ms. Aleida! Come! Suleima is sick! I don’t know what she has.”
Mr. Mike and Ms. Aleida picked me up and took me in the jeep to Blue Creek. They took me to the clinic, but it was closed, so they took me to the Orange Walk hospital. They didn’t have the necessary items, so they took me to Belize City. They examined me and they found out I had a brain tumor that was killing me slowly. The doctor told Mr. Mike that they had to keep me in the hospital until the following day.
They called my mother and father to tell them I was in the hospital. When they reached the hospital I had many tubes and wires all over me.
After everything, they took me to my house. Days after, Ms. Aleida went to my house and told me that we had to go to the United States because they needed to operate on me for my sickness. That day came and my father and I had to go to the United States. The day before my family went to tell me farewell in the airport. We gave each other hugs and kisses. The airplane went into the sky. When I looked down I saw green things and blue color that was the ocean.
Hours later, the airplane landed in the airport in Virginia. That was my first adventure. The next one was in the hospital days after being in the hotel. They told us I had to be in the hospital until the day of the operation. They gave me injections in my arms and got me ready until the nurse came. She told me that on the 14th they were going to operate on me.
So one day they took me to a white place – the operating room. Then they put a white thing on my nose and it made me sleep. The operation lasted 4 ½ hours.
After that everything was better and until this day I’m here. So now I just feel like my head hurts a little bit. I’m scared, but I believe in God. So that’s why I’ll always remember Mr. Mike Casey, someone special to me.
It was my first day of school and I was excited about it. After a week of school, Friday came and I was thrilled because it was my first time doing P.E. with my classmates. I was happy changing and after we started exercising I was more excited. I always looked forward to Fridays until one time I exercised as usual and afterwards I played tag on the hill and fainted.
When I woke up, I saw white clouds and it felt like my head was spinning around. I didn’t know what it was, but the sickness I had was killing me. From the first time I fainted, everything was not normal for me. I always got to my house with my head hurting or not feeling well. The same thing happened over and over again. I didn’t know what was happening to me.
Three years later, I was in Standard I and almost done with the school year when I started vomiting. My head hurt and I started spitting saliva out of my mouth. At that moment Dona Telma came and saw me and started shouting. “Mr. Mike, Ms. Jill, Ms. Aleida! Come! Suleima is sick! I don’t know what she has.”
Mr. Mike and Ms. Aleida picked me up and took me in the jeep to Blue Creek. They took me to the clinic, but it was closed, so they took me to the Orange Walk hospital. They didn’t have the necessary items, so they took me to Belize City. They examined me and they found out I had a brain tumor that was killing me slowly. The doctor told Mr. Mike that they had to keep me in the hospital until the following day.
They called my mother and father to tell them I was in the hospital. When they reached the hospital I had many tubes and wires all over me.
After everything, they took me to my house. Days after, Ms. Aleida went to my house and told me that we had to go to the United States because they needed to operate on me for my sickness. That day came and my father and I had to go to the United States. The day before my family went to tell me farewell in the airport. We gave each other hugs and kisses. The airplane went into the sky. When I looked down I saw green things and blue color that was the ocean.
Hours later, the airplane landed in the airport in Virginia. That was my first adventure. The next one was in the hospital days after being in the hotel. They told us I had to be in the hospital until the day of the operation. They gave me injections in my arms and got me ready until the nurse came. She told me that on the 14th they were going to operate on me.
So one day they took me to a white place – the operating room. Then they put a white thing on my nose and it made me sleep. The operation lasted 4 ½ hours.
After that everything was better and until this day I’m here. So now I just feel like my head hurts a little bit. I’m scared, but I believe in God. So that’s why I’ll always remember Mr. Mike Casey, someone special to me.
Autobiographical Blogs
The Standard 4 & 5 students were asked to create an autobiographical blog as part of their Writing Class. Some students were quite happy to share their stories with the world while others wanted to keep their stories private. The following students wanted their stories to be heard. Enjoy!
- Ms. Kim
- Ms. Kim
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