SELF PSP | hiroispoo

It was mid 2012 when my parents gave me an option. My grandpa was diagnosed with cancer for a while and it was getting worse. So, my mom gave me these options. Either move to the school dormitory, or live with my dad and make their lives a tad bit harder. Of course, I chose moving to the school dormitory. Doesn’t that sound fun? Well, not really. It was quarter three of the school year, and I was still in my seventh grade when I moved in. Perhaps a little young, but my dorm parents made sure I was going on the right track.

My seventh grade year in the dorm was a living nightmare. Every day felt like the last day on earth. My dorm parent, for me, was like satan himself. I remember the words he would yell at me. “Come downstairs and study Hiro! Or I will e-mail your parents!” What a miserable time of my life. I will never forget those days, as it taught me a lesson that will help me achieve my adulthood.

Seventh grade didn’t last too long, only a couple of months. But only to realize that it was going to be the same dorm parents the following year. The same thing happened, almost every day. But this year was slightly different. My dorm parent would come to me time to time. I would tell him that I passed my japanese test, or tell him that I got a 70% on my math test. Yes, that is what I am proud of and so is he. Once I tell him, he would compliment me and tell me how much of an amazing person I am, and that I am actually improving on functioning as a human. But both sadly and happily, that was the last year of that dorm parent.

Another year, and many more to come of the same living quarters. A new dorm parent this year. This one, completely different to the last. Not sure if I was going to like that. This one, much more relaxing, and outgoing. To be honest, doesn’t help at all with growing up. But having them for three years, kind of makes me have to be more independant. They would just be relaxed, I would rarely be forced to study downstairs. But because I wasn’t forced, I would have to figure out when I have to do my homework.

One of the things I managed to find out how to do was, spending money. It is one of the hardest things I came across. It’s hard to spend money on your own without your parents there to guide you through everything. I decide what I need, and what I want. Obvious one comes first.

I say that this is the one thing that I had to go through, to transition from being a child, to becoming an adult. Although it’s probably still not complete. I am still striving through my final months of this transition. Completing my final year at the school dormitory will hopefully transition me.

It was mid to late 2012, my seventh grade year, when my parents gave me an option. My grandpa has been diagnosed with cancer and it was time he really needed help. The options were either, moving to the school’s dormitory, or not letting my mom go aid my grandpa and give them both a harder life. Of course, I chose what was morally correct, which was moving into the dorm. I was still a little bit young, but as time took place, it was most definitely the correct choice.

The first year of my dorm life was an absolute nightmare. Everyday felt like it was going to be my last day on this planet. How young of me to die so soon, but thankfully, it wasn’t near death experiences, although it did feel as if they were. My way of living, and my grades were so terrible, that I was forced to study downstairs every day to change my daily habits. My dorm parent would threaten me to study downstairs, “Come downstairs and study Hiro! Or I will e-mail your parents!” The first year was easily the most terrifying and disastrous year of what is going to be my home for the next four to five years.

One of the hardest parts of living nearly alone was spending money. For me, my mom would send me money through the bank every week. And I had to decide, do I want this, and do I need this. As a seventh grader, I think it’s easy to tell. I wasn’t the greatest at spending money. But extremely slowly overtime, I would start to get the hang of it. And it is for sure one ideal life trait that I will need in the future.

Thankfully, that year didn’t last too long, maybe a couple of months. But then I was told. The same dorm parent is going to be the parent next year as well. The same routine happened, being yelled at, and forced study. But this year was slightly different. There was very slight improvement in my grades and habits. Time to time, I would do rather decent on a test, and by decent, I mean not failing. I come home with a test in my hand, scored at 70%. You wouldn’t believe the face my dorm parent had. Not a bad face, but the complete opposite. He was extremely happy to see me passing my Japanese test. And from that point on, whenever I passed or did well, he would compliment me so much that it would finally give me hope.

Another year, another dorm parent. This years parent was nothing like the last. And to be honest, I wasn’t so sure whether I would like it or not. The parents were relaxing, and outgoing. Which isn’t the ideal traits to help kids like me to grow up. But at the same time, it taught me how to be more independant. I wasn’t forced to do homework, or to study downstairs. I had to decide when I needed to do it myself.

PARAGRAPH OF CHANGE: I completely rewrote all the paragraphs, and added more detail as needed. I also moved up one of the paragraphs into the beginning area as it was suggested. I wrote more into the places it was needed, and also extended some important paragraphs. I was able to do these changes thanks to Pop’s help!

It was mid to late 2012, my seventh grade year, when my parents gave me two options; Move to the school’s dormitory, allowing my mother to take care of my ailing grandfather, or staying home and occupying much of my mother's time. I chose to do what I thought was right, and moved into the dorm. I was a bit apprehensive, but as time took place, it was most definitely the correct choice.

The first year of my dorm life was an absolute nightmare. Everyday felt like it was going to be my last day on this planet. How young of me to die so soon, but thankfully, it wasn’t a near death experiences, although it did feel as if they were. My way of living, and my grades were so terrible, that I was forced to study in the common area every day to change my habits. My dorm parent would use threats like “Come downstairs and study Hiro! Or I will e-mail your parents!” The first year was easily the most terrifying and disastrous year I spent in where I called home for the next four to five years.

Thankfully, I joined the dorm in the middle of the school year and only couple of months were left. But then I was told that the dorm parents were not going to change. The same routine: Being yelled at and forced to study. But this year, I was different. My grades and habits improved. Time to time, I would do decently on a test, and by decent, I mean not failing. I come home with a test in my hand, scored at 70%. You wouldn’t believe the face my dorm parent had. It was not the face of disapproval, but the complete opposite. He was extremely happy to see me passing my Japanese test. And from that point on, whenever I passed or did well, he would compliment me so much that it would finally give me hope.

One of the hardest parts of living nearly alone was managing my money. My mom would send me money through the bank every week. And I had to differentiate between want and need. As a seventh grader, it was obvious that I wasn’t the greatest at spending money. But extremely slowly overtime, I would start to get the hang of it. And it is for sure one of the life lessons I will use in the future.

Another year, another dorm parent. This years parent was nothing like the last. And to be honest, I wasn’t so sure whether I would like it or not. The parents were relaxed, and outgoing. Which aren’t the ideal traits to help kid like me to grow up. But at the same time, it taught me how to be more independent. I wasn’t forced to do homework, or to study. I had to decide when I needed to do it myself.

Through this experience, I feel like I became more independent and ready for the life outside of the classrooms. Although my transition into an adult may not be complete, I am still striving through my final months as a highschool student. Completing my senior year in the school dormitory will hopefully give me the maturity and independence necessary for the real world.

It was mid to late 2012, my seventh grade year, when my parents gave me an option. The options were: Moving to the school’s dormitory, allowing my mother to take care of my ailing grandfather, or staying home and occupying much of my mother's time. I chose to do what was right, which was moving into the dorm. I was a bit apprehensive, but as time took place, it was most definitely the correct choice.

The first year of my dorm life was an absolute nightmare. Everyday felt like it was going to be my last day on this planet. How young of me to die so soon, but thankfully, it wasn’t near death experiences, although it did feel as if they were. My way of living, and my grades were so terrible, that I was forced to study in the common area every day to change my habits. My dorm parent would use threats like “Come downstairs and study Hiro! Or I will e-mail your parents!” The first year was easily the most terrifying and disastrous year I spent in where I called home for the next four to five years.

Thankfully, I joined the dorm in the middle of the school year and only couple of months were left. But then I was told that the dorm parent were not going to change. The same routine: Being yelled at and forced to study. But this year was I was different. My grades and habits improved. Time to time, I would do decent on a test, and by decent, I mean not failing. I come home with a test in my hand, scored at 70%. You wouldn’t believe the face my dorm parent had. It was not the face of disapproval, but the complete opposite. He was extremely happy to see me passing my Japanese test. And from that point on, whenever I passed or did well, he would compliment me so much that it would finally give me hope.

One of the hardest parts of living nearly alone was managing my money. My mom would send me money through the bank every week. And I had to differentiate between need and necessity. As a seventh grader, it was obvious that I wasn’t the greatest at spending money. But extremely slowly overtime, I would start to get the hang of it. And it is for sure one of the life lessons I will use in the future.

Another year, another dorm parent. This years parent was nothing like the last. And to be honest, I wasn’t so sure whether I would like it or not. The parents were relaxed, and outgoing. Which isn’t the ideal traits to help kid like me to grow up. But at the same time, it taught me how to be more independant. I wasn’t forced to do homework, or to study. I had to decide when I needed to do it myself.

PARAGRAPH OF CHANGE: I asked a friend of mine to check whether things were in the right place or not. Turned out that my order before worked better so she helped me rearrange me work. We also changed some words or gotten rid of some words that were weak or didn't make sense with the PSP.

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