Thursday, December 7, 2017






Two truths one lie- have fun reading three events and trying to figure out which outrageous event is a lie.


qoute sandwhich- read abouthow the the conflict between father sahagun and his daughter affects the family.










tough stuff essay- get ready for an emotional roller coaster reading my personal essay dealing with family conflict and experience i had having a father.






L.S.D essay- Ever wondered the origin of lsd? where it came from and what derived from? here youll find about all you need to know about lsd.








Bycicle Day- What is bycicle day?do you ever wonder what the correct amout of lsd is appropriate ? find out here.









 Book recommendation- out of the many books ive ever red thi is one i truly reccomend.






                   Two Truths One Lie
1.) I started wrestling my junior year, i was a competitive person and loved the sport along with everything it had to offer. After my first year of wreslting at, Coachella Valley High School, i decided to help out my team and volunteer at a firework stand. I would leave the spot after 8-12 hours of volunteering and was tired by the time i sat in the driver's seat of my car. One tiresome night i shifted the gears to "Reverse" and i glared at the letter R before looking at my rear view mirror. I stepped on the gas like i was stomping on the biggest cockroach I've ever seen, before i knew it BOOM!I hit the Head Coach"s car, I must've gone atleast 30 mph on Reverse. The automobile had "Frame Damage" otherwise known as nearly unrepairable. By the time my senior year came around, I managed to work my whole summer and save three thousand dollars to pay for the damage. My coach refused to coach me for my last year of wreslting.
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2.)After the seperation with my Mother, my so called "father" decided to have his crook friends kidnap me. It took me a whole minute to realize the person carrying me wasn't my cousinUntil we got incredibly close to the old beat up car, I then realized i was getting kidnapped. My elementary had many supervisors, so in a sudden stunt, i decided to scream "Stranger Danger!!! I'm getting stolen!". I made everything possible to make my attacker struggle, all my effort paid off because one of the supervisors snatched me out of the man's hands. She was like "SIKE" and threw me in the main office until my Mother came to pick me up. After that i wasnt alowed off campus when everyone was let out.
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3.) My mother thought it was funny to push me off a flight of stairs one day, it resulted in me having a terrible back injury. I was casually about to take my first step when i felt a sudden push and all I can remember thinking to myself is "I don't think im going to land on my feet this time." In a blink of an eye i hit the corner of the stairs hardethan a fat boy belly flopping. But with my spine... On the corner of the stairs... The injury made me quit the soccer team and caused me to be in a wheelchair for 6 months on end. To this day when I run my back hurts from that incident and my Mother laughs about it still.
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Tuesday, December 5, 2017

“The women’s liberation movement was as far away from our parents consciousness as the moon.”

The Sahagun Family had more of a sexist, old school mindset where the father was the kind of his home, and whatever he said everyone had to follow. Because of this many of his daughters couldn’t have a boyfriend or even male close friends for that matter. The oldest was Carolina who was 23 and was still expected to follow her dad’s orders. When Carolina brought home her man (Tom), papa Sahagun was enraged, unable to speak properly but scream at his oldest daughter, whom was warned by her mother not to bring her man near her father. Tom was at the door way which left Mr. Sahagun no other option than to let his pride take over and question his oldest daughters authority, “Dating? Who gave you permission to date? Was it your mother?”. As a quick panic move the leader of the Sahagun pack now questioned his dear queen, which shows how he’ll be quick to take down anyone in his path going against his order. Nevertheless Carolina stands her ground and asks if Tom was asked to leave she would too, which unveiled anger causing him to scream at her out get out. As the family was praying for Chuy, Tom reappeared and asks to join them which MR. Sahagun accepted, Carolina did it she got her acceptance and the “women’s liberation movement “ was a success.

                                                           One Month in Hell
My father slowly started to change due to the drugs, he wasn’t much of a loving man anymore. Every morning was routine, the smell of roasted coffee beans and handmade tortillas would wake me out of slumber. I grew attached to the sounds of my mother and father speaking to each other in the kitchen. Every morning I found them smiling and laughing at each other across the counter while enjoying the sweet and bitter taste of coffee. I was so used to the voices and whispering that I felt lost when it stopped. I started to stray far from school, I wasn’t longer their or so it seemed. I was day dreaming, wondering if home was really the place I wanted to be. I was slowly isolating myself.
The abuse didn’t stop: some would call my father a prideful man, others called him a family man, and I’d call that man the devil himself. My parent’s arguments got worst and the only thing I can set my mind to do was to distract my sister from it all. My father was a manipulative man, sweet talked everyone in our family to try and turn us against my Mother. Tried to make us fear him and it worked, he'd walk in the house and I thought I was going to die, at least I wished I was going to. My mother suggested we stay and that this was just a marriage phase, so we tried to wait it out. I remember waking up to a big THUD! When I ran to see what it was the smell of coins hit me, there was a dent in the dry wall and my mother was on the floor next to it. My father reeked of alcohol and drugs, when I tried to run towards my mother who had a gash in her face then he grabbed me. My father held me in the air, the grip getting tighter and tighter. He then said "don’t go near that bitch" I proceeded to slap him as hard as I could. In that second I remember him clearly letting go of me as he held me in front of him and before I made contact with the floor he kicked my face, I woke up in the hospital. My father’s ideal form of making it up to me was showing me how to operate a gun, which made me fear him even more. A man whose intentions where to harm his family shouldn’t have a gun. That was a turning point for me, I didn’t want a father anymore. Anything he had to offer I can so myself, any promises I can fulfil myself I no longer wanted to be a part of this family. Upon telling my mother tears burst out of her and the decision was made, we'd leave and try working life out without my father.
Every night got worse for my mother, and I struggled to understand how bad it really was for her. My parents were now distant and my father kept us locked in our house. Paranoid and afraid we'd leave, the coward would beat my mother and me senseless and lock us in rooms. I remember when I woke up by the aroma of blood, and I realized I was in a puddle of it and the reason it was so strong was because I had been lying in it for so long. I had a hard time remembering where I was, but soon realized I was in a storage room off the side of the house and the lights were off. I lost my voice and broke my nails screaming and scratching the door until I started to punch and kick it down. In the process the hard wood broke three of my knuckles and splintered my feet. I managed to get out only to find the house locked with my mom in the same attempts to get out. I wanted to get out of school and run home to check up on my mother and sister, I'd cry when the bus would get to school late. I wanted to be home at all times for my mother’s safety not my own. I’d show interest now on how to operate this tiny gun. When my father wasn’t beating me into a concussion he’d showed me how to use his gun. He’d grow angry if I wouldn’t use stray dogs as target practice. I always dread what I've been through, but god knows I wouldn't want anyone to go through what my mother has. I don't really understand how someone has the will and mentality to stay sane after all that she was being put through.
The beatings got worst, which I decided to take a stand for, I needed to stop hiding all that was bothering me. After a heated argument my mother tried calling the cops on my father, which he ended up inviting over to eat the next day because it was my father’s friend. I then knew it was up to me to figure something out, I mostly hated getting beaten and it got more sinister. I was allowed to choose what to get best with every night, and as I picked one item that was less painful. It was then swapped out for something horrible the next night. I grew timid, I no longer wanted to talk in school, or wear anything besides pants and sweaters at 100+ degrees. I was tired of what was going on and no matter what I went through my mother had it worse I couldn't even begin to imagine. One night I decided to choose the most painful object, in which case was a two-by-four that had two staples and one nail broken off by rust. In the middle of school the next day, I got up in the middle of class and took off my sweater and shirt. Child care services were involved and a case was made which took my father and mother under investigation. The commotion gave me time to find where my father hid his gun, and let me hide it from him. “Nothing will make you feel more invincible than the feeling of a gun in your hands” I remembered my dad say to me a week before. I did love my father, regardless of anything. I knew what I did was out of love for my mother, I wanted it all to stop. I didn’t want to see my mom hurting again.
My father was prosecuted for domestic violence, followed up with a drug abuse charge. That didn’t stop the abuse at home, he was let out on bail, and we had to get away. Both my mother and I were panicked, I knew we had to move out as soon as possible. My father had been using methamphetamine, which drove him delusional. It had been weeks of terror every night, I’ve never feared for my life like I did those nights. I remember hearing what I thought was a car hitting our house and through a wall. When I came to the living room the front door was wide open and I saw my mother fighting for her life. As I shouted and screamed for everything to stop, my father stopped beating on my mom and headed towards me. My heart raced, my body ached, my blood flew rapidly, I wasn’t taking this anymore I was going to hurt this man even if it meant killing him. That wasn’t my father anymore that was a stranger, an intruder. He pummeled me into the ground and laid his hardest hits on my chest, the closest thing I could grab was what I let on him. I ended up dropping a lamp on my father and my mother pushed him off of me. I got up and ran as fast as I could and headed to my room, I reached for a brown “Air-walk” shoe box and there it was. The solution to my problem was lying before my eyes, I cupped it in my hands and removed the safety. I walked in my living room watching my dad dragging my mom out the kitchen, I wasn’t afraid anymore. “Put that down!” no longer was I afraid, I now felt invincible, and at the end of the barrel I had my father pleading for his life. I faced my fear, I now had the power to end all the trauma, the only thing holding me back was the disappointing look in my mother’s eyes. I felt empowered, I shook from the frustration and urge to pull the trigger. Instead I decided to call the police, and held my father at gunpoint until the officers got there.     

Some believe in urban legends, where people are convinced the devil can disburse himself in different ways, I never thought he’d be 5’6 and id call him my father. We weren’t much of a family anymore, the experience drove us mad. I’d lost my father to the same drugs that made him dead to me. I felt relieved, that I wouldn’t have to see him again and I wouldn’t have to be near him anymore. Those same nights of torment will affect both my mother and sister more than I can imagine. Even though I do look back and I have the rest of my life to daydream how it could’ve gotten different. Here I stand on my way to a new location unknown to my father, here I stand as a 5 year old, ready to grow up and mature to not rely on anyone for happiness anymore.

Two truths one lie- have fun reading three events and trying to figure out which outrageous event is a lie. qoute sandwhich- read ...