Theresa Ortiz

February 5, 2013

English 101

Mrs. Croker

 

                March 14, 2009 was the most significant day of my life. I remember getting woken up by my mom saying “it’s time to pay the piper”. Waking up I had the biggest smile, knowing that the day I had been waiting for since I was a little girl had finally arrived. Filled with excitement I jumped out of bed and couldn’t wait to start my day.

                After getting out of the shower my mom and I headed out to get our hair done. As I walked into the hair salon the ladies started singing “Happy Birthday” to me, not knowing my mom had told them I had turned fifteen the week before and I was getting my hair done for my quincenera that day. While getting my hair done they made me feel so good about myself as if I were going to be the queen of the night. Reality hit when she started to put my gold crown covered in diamonds around my head.

                While my mom finished getting her hair done, another lady started doing my makeup. Brown, gold, and white ran across my eyelids, than she started applying single eyelashes onto mine which made me feel extra beautiful and even more excited to have my family and friends see me in a way I have never looked. Finally my mom and I were ready to go home to meet everyone and really begin our day.

                Arriving home I seen the white stretched escalade my uncle got me for my quincenera. I couldn’t help but notice my ‘damas’ in their beautiful brown, strapless dresses, and of course my ‘chambelanes’ in their creased up beige tuxedo. The only thing left for me to do was to put my dress on. As my cousin tightened the corseted part of my dress, I began feeling anxious and so many feelings were running through my body; scared, jittery, and nervous. Nervous of how things were going to turn out.

                It was around 12 o’clock when the limo took us to a beach in Ventura. The smell of fresh air hit my nose as I walked out. There the photographer had me take pictures with my damas, chambelanes, and family. He was taking so many pictures that we all lost track of time. My quincenera was about to start in an hour. So we got back in the limo and enjoyed our ride to the hall I was having my party.

                We finally got to the hall. As I walked in I noticed some friends and family were already there. I had never been to a place that looked so pretty. There were so many pink and white flowers on all the tables, the chairs and tables were covered in beige cloth along with brown bow ties around the chairs. My mom had done the best job in preparing everything for my day at becoming a young lady. The smell of rice, beans, and barbacoa ran across my nose, so I headed to the kitchen. In the kitchen I seen my grandma and aunts serving everyone the wonderful food my grandma had made. Tears ran across their faces as they hugged me and told me how beautiful I looked; remembering the little girl I once was made them tear up a bit more.

                People started approaching and telling me how much I have grown over the years. Some of my family from Texas even came down to help celebrate my quincenera, family I have never met before. Seeing everyone enjoy their food while the mariachi played brought joy to my heart. Two hours passed and it was time to do the waltz with my court. We all stood in a line in the lobby while everyone else waited for us in the hall. The DJ started calling all of our names as we walked into the hall. I was nervous as I heard the DJ say “finally the main lady of the night Theresa Marie Ortiz, and her chambelan Jose

Rebollar”.The only things I heard were claps and screams as we walked in. we were all lined up with our partners in the middle of the dance floor when the song stated to play. My court of honor stated elegantly dancing around me. While they danced around me the only thing I was thinking was we better not mess this up. Once we were finished, my family and friends started cheering for us.

                Finishing our dance my dad proceeded to talk on the microphone “thank you everyone for coming to celebrate my daughter in becoming a young lady. I still can’t get over the fact that my little girl is all grown up now”. By that most of my family had a little too much to drink so everyone including my friends started crying. After my dad finished talking it was my turn to thank everyone for coming to help celebrate. It was time for the father daughter dance. My dad and I stood in the middle of the hall waiting for the song to play. “You’re a big girl now no more daddy’s little girl”, the song started playing. As we danced my dad started saying to me, “I’m very proud of you, you have accomplished a lot of things kids your age wouldn’t have been able to do. I love you your still my little girl”. Listening to everything my dad was telling me made me break down in tears. My family and friends saw my dad and me crying so they cried as well.

                The sad part of my quincenera was over and it was time to have fun and party. The DJ started playing some old school hip hop and almost everyone got up to dance. I was having so much fun dancing with my mom, brothers, friends, and family. It also seemed as if everyone else was enjoying themselves, especially since the DJ was playing really good hip hop music. Everyone was having so much fun that time came and went. It was 11oclcok when people started leaving. It was almost time for my party to end. The day I had dreamt of as a little girl had gone by so fast, but I can say it was the most significant day of my life spent with all my loved ones and close friends.

Texting

Texting

 

Texting can be a good way to communicate with others, but it can also be harmful for those who are constantly texting. I think texting is good for those who want to kill time in a doctor’s offices or anywhere else that would be rude to have an actual verbal conversation. Also texting with friends or relatives while your family is asleep is a really good way to communicate because you don’t want to be loud and wake everyone up. That’s happened to me once, I was talking to my best friend on the phone while everyone was asleep and my mom came in my room and snatched my phone right out of my hand, ever since then I’d rather txt someone than talk on the phone.

Although texting can be helpful at times, most of the time texting is very harmful and can lead to death. I’ve heard various stories where young adults have gone into very bad car accidents due to texting and driving, but then again some people just don’t see how harmful it is especially when you’re driving with others in the car. You’re not only endangering your life but the lives of others. It is also a big deal for students. A lot of students get too caught up in their texting when they should be caught up in their school work. In high school I was always one to be texting in class or texting a lot in general, but as I became a college student I hardly text anymore due to me not having as many acquaintances’ as I did before and I am too caught up with school, work, and personal things.

Reality Television

Reality Television

 

                Back when I was younger I was always a little more into cartoons. As I got older I found myself more interested in reality shows like Teen Mom, Rock of Love, Flavor of Love and Jersey Shore. I could watch reruns all day if it were up to me. For some reason I grew so attached to watching those shows daily. It was mainly because all the so called ladies were having so much fun partying, drinking and being social. I was really into Teen Mom, because of all the drama all the girls would go through. I also seen nothing wrong with Teen Mom because every where I looked I seen another teen pregnant or hear of some of my classmates from elementary having babies. Jersey Shore gave me another reason to go out and have as much fun as they did. Although my parents didn’t really let me go out to parties, every chance I got I went out and tried to top anything any of the cast from Jersey Shore were doing such as drinking too much and causing trouble.

                Now that I sit back and really think about these reality shows I realized how stupid they really are. Really, who can find love on a show that there only on for three months? Personally that’s not true love and especially when there are a bunch of cameras and people around you never get the chance to even show that you like the person. As for Teen Mom, it just gives me another reason to look down on my generation. I know some of our parents had us at a very young age, but I bet if you compare the number of teen mothers from then and now my generation tops all. Not to talk down on those who are teen mothers, I get it things happen, people make wrong decisions or just aren’t thinking at the moment and they get the news that there due date is in 7 months. But Teen Mom has done such a good job at putting their lives out there and making it seem as if taking care of a child is no big deal. First off, how do girls even get on that show? Do they get pregnant and audition on who has the worst life? I really see no point in the show. I honestly think its stupid having a child at a young age but like I said things happen people just have to go from there and hope everything turns out good in the end. I can’t really talk down on that because my parents also had me at a young age and if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be here or the person I am today. I would say they did a good job at raising me. But I just hope all the teens that are having children really step up and do good in school and still try to pursue their goals, not smoke weed and keep having babies that they can’t take care of because that’s pretty much the only thing Teen Mom shows, how much of a parent a person can’t be. As for all the other shows, their also stupid and the only time I watch them is at night so they can put me to sleep. I’d rather be out and about and hang out with friends than to sit at home and watch that junk.