Hiro's website

 

2012, April, 24th, the day it was time, to move on.  The dorm parent, and also the science teacher, was my dorm father.  His name was Mr. Salter.  Some know him as the strict, mean, scary one, but some know him as the nice, friendly, interesting one.  I knew him as the strict, mean scary one.  I was in 7th grade, and I was not the kid you would want to watch over.  My grades were horrible, my attitude was horrible, pretty much anything you can think of was horrible.  Mr Salter was there to change that.

 

The reason why I decided to move into the dorm was because of family reasons.  But, it was the best decision my parents made.  Not many people lived in the dorm, only 4 boys including me, and a few girls.  The only boy that is still with me today, is Adnan.  He was my friend, a good friend.  He would include me, talk to me, or come mess around with me.  He was also a part of my growing.

 

The first few days were fine.  I started getting used to the environment.  Making new friends, talking with people, having fun.  It was a new change for me.  I never lived without my parents.  Life was noticeably different in the dorm.  I had a very nice time, until Mr Salter noticed my grades.  They were below passing grades.

 

Mr Salter was a parent who knew what to do.  This was not the only problem I had, I also was not practicing my trumpet when I should have.  I got in trouble numerous times.  Those were the first steps into becoming a mature man. With this, I learned that life isn’t easy.  I studied downstairs every weekday and practiced my trumpet for at least two hours.  Sometimes, it would go longer.  Mr Salter saw my progress.  

 

The following year, I became 8th grade.  During this time, I did not get along with people.  I was rude, immature, childish and just straight up annoying.  But, with Mr Salter there again as my dorm parent, I learned very quickly.  All my enemies, people I fought with, became my friends with the help of Mr Salter.  My trumpet skills were improving, grades slightly improving, and there was progress.  I was becoming more mature.

 

I learned many things from Mr Salter.  Things that helped me grow up.  He taught me when to have fun, and when to be serious.  With his help, I am doing much better.  Mr Salter was the dorm parent I needed at that time.  Without him, I would still be the same Hiro in seventh grade.  Mr Salter had unleashed the curse inside of me.