The teacher series continues with three teachers Mr.Zhang and Mrs.Tao. These are my freshman year teacher I love each and everyone one of them very much . The reason I put these three together is that they not only taught me but loved and embraced me and my energy. Let’s start with Mr.Zhang. He was my algebra one teacher, and well, he was a fantastic teacher. I loved how he was goofy and just a little awkward. He let me talk to my friend and let my personality run free . He even spoke with us sometimes, and we had good conversations with him. With this relationship, I learned yet still had fun. I always did my work, and well, I was an A student.Along with that, i got masters in Algebra staar, and I was happy that I made him proud.The next teacher is Mrs.Tao. She was amazing and encouraging. I remember one time she told me she loved my energy and how I boost everyone else energy up too.The fact that she embraced me and my wild, energetic side meant the most because a lot of teachers dislike me for it. Anyways I had an A in her class. These teachers made me successful by encouraging who I am.

This is part 2 of the teacher series; these are the teacher that has made a difference and that I love.The next teacher is Mr.Warmanan. This is my band teacher since freshman year. I know this is another band teacher, but their actions could never be forgotten. The reason he is a big part of my life is that my freshman year was only the second year I have been playing my instrument. I went from a middle school beginner band to a full-on varsity high school band. I was so intimidated there were so many notes i couldn’t play and different things i couldn’t do . One day we had to play off the fight song, and well, I was horrible .Mr.Warmanan said it was okay and that I could do, and even he didn’t know how to play his school song when he was in high school.From that time forward, I worked ten times harder than everyone else to know my music. Along with that, I was the only freshman that marched. I was with people who played for years, and I was barely in my second year.Mr.wamanan is not just encouraging, but he’s goofy and cares so much about our success and well us. This year he pushed us so hard that we finally made a 2 in marching UIL. This is one of the best moment in my life .Mr.Warmanan might not notice me, but I strive every day to become better and to make him proud.

One thing I love is making bonds with my teacher. i know some dislike me, but others like me. The teachers i have relationships with, I remember, and I care about them very much. Starting with Mr.Simoneaux, he is one of the biggest inspirations in my life. He was my 8th-grade beginning band teacher. Back then, I was learning how to play baritone. I strived to make him proud he was the one who pushed me and encouraged me. He bragged to all of his classes about me and even introduced me to the NDHS band director, saying I would be the first chair. I ended up being at the top of the class. I remember him every day and strive to make him proud, and I miss him very much.

When I was in elementary, I loved it, the fact that we thought highschool was so far away and that it will take forever. When we were little, we could dream, and life didn’t matter because we were kids. Now its the second semester of my sophomore year. I’m fixing to be a junior, so I can’t dream anymore. Its time to figure out what to do with my life. The other day I was hanging with my friends then I was like we are about to be juniors. Right there, I saw in their eyes the disbelief, and we sat and talked about memories and the fact that we are scared. Growing up is a crazy thing we have to do. It’s like everything is so new, but the world also seems dimmer with every year that passes by. I’ve been thinking about senior year lately the year that we have all our last. The last marching season and the last time ill put on a band uniform. It’s probably the last time ill see people in my class. I look back on my life and the memories I’ve made with people and individually. I have had a great life, but everything is ahead of me like an arrow and its target. I can say that I’m scared and have no idea what to do with my life. I’m taking all the memories in and going day by day, hoping I can figure it out on time.

The fear of failure is one that we all feel. To not know what is going to happen in the future is to leave your life in destinies’ hands. We can do everything in our power to become successful, but we never actually know what will occur. The fact is time is an illusion we can’t afford; we may be ok now, but what about in an hour or a year. When I am asked where do I see myself in 5 years, I sit thinking to myself what a nieve question. In 5 years, I may be dead, or I might have a multimillion-dollar company. We are told to dream since we were kids, but what has that helped us with? A life long journey of disappointment because circumstances change all the time. I believe in living life to its fullest because we don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but we can change and affect what happens now. This is why the future is a black hole of possibilities.

Its been raining lately many people think it’s bleak and dull, but I think it’s beautiful. To believe in society’s vision of beauty is to see with a blind eye. True beauty is unique for every individual, no matter who you are. We should not strive to change our perspective or view for anyone else but love our differences. To stay true to your self, you have to accept that you’re different in the best way. This is why many individuals are not happy for the simple fact that they change there self to fit a specific image of perfection. Not only is that downgrading, but it is nieve we see the world in different shades of color.No matter how you look or who you are, your beautiful in every way. Confidence is the key to being self-loving and aware of your beauty. Don’t look for others to approve who you are, but look in the mirror and accept your beauty.

Can I be frank here? The fact is I’m not perfect. I know that’s crazy to say I’m Heaven Ochoa, the one and only. I’m a loud, energetic person who is friends with everyone happy all the time and outgoing. The most confident, funny, amazing person you’ll ever meet. I have my flaws like everyone else. I’m self-conscious and angry or sad sometimes. The fact that I have to be perfect all the time is crazy, and I usually am. This takes a toll because I’ve always been to myself when it comes to how i feel. Even though everyone expects me to be, I’m not, and that’s ok, there is something that I read once that said, “perfectly imperfect.”This saying stayed with me because even if I have my flaws, I’m still great.

During Christmas, i got ancestry for a present, and it’s coming in a week. I am terrified about the results that ill get. Me being a light-skinned Hispanic/Latino people think they can tell me who i am and my history. From what I know is my grandpa from my mom’s side is from spain.wich is why I’m light-skinned and have hazel eyes, and my mother has blue eyes and white skin. My grandma from my mom’s side and both grandparents on my dad’s side are from Mexico. My dad’s family is from Reynosa Tamaulipas, Mexico. I hate people telling me that I’m so white or that I am white, nothing against white people, but the fact that I have to handle that every day of my life.
I rep my culture no matter what. Its mine my history my blood and for someone to act as they know makes me mad.I’m not fluent in Spanish i understand more then I speak my parents didn’t teach me because i have seven siblings, and we all have different mom or dads, so it’s complicated. My dad and my mom were never together growing up because he left us. Therefore my mom wasn’t worried about teaching it to us. I grew up around a Latino household and family my entire life. Everyone spoke Spanish; all my grandparents didn’t know English. I listened to Mexican music, and I know the culture because it’s my culture. The thing is yes; I am not fluent, but I can speak it one thing is that I’m self-conscious about speaking in front of people. The fact is everyone drills into people’s head that if your not fluent in Spanish your not a Latino/Hispanic, but that’s wrong we have the same blood just different circumstances. Unlike almost all Latino/Hispanic households, I wasn’t raised with a mom and dad at home or a regular family; no, my siblings had to visit there dad, and my siblings have different families. Anyways I can read, speak, write, and understand just not fluently. I know more than I speak. Plus, when it comes to that, which is a hard subject for me, I shut down. Like my friends, they know my story, yet they still put me down and say I’m not a real Latino/Hispanic or say that I’m white. That’s why I don’t speak it because i get tared down for it. What if I say something wrong then what. The people I trust will hear me speak it because I’m comfortable with them. Everyone else doesn’t because i know how they are. All my friends do this, and it hurts, but that’s life.

Christmas break was okay, mostly boring. All I did during the break was watch Netflix. I watched every single show and movie. I wish I could have taken a vacation or go out with my friends. It’s weird because Christmas didn’t feel the same, maybe it’s just because I’m getting older. I think that’s how all the holidays have gone I don’t feel any different. Nothing is amazing about them; it’s just another day to me. Then I got some good presents like hoodies and other things. The break went by so fast its crazy it felt like nothing. That’s about all for my Christmas break.