Hello, my name is Melanie Vega. I was raised in the Boogiedown Bronx. Half of my life I been going to school in the Bronx. Itís boring because I like to experiment with different places. Junior high school was the best years of my life. The school I attended was CJHS 145x. Itís located on 165 Teller Ave. Itís a big building that has about eight exits and a huge playground. Itís a community where they welcome you and your family. It was the jump-off.
When I was in the sixth grade I had the sweetest writing teacher. Her name was Amanda Dewald. She always encouraged me to be whatever I wanted to be in the future. She always gave me advice whenever I needed it. When the end of the year came, it was sad because then I wouldnít have anyone to give me the advice I needed.
So once I entered the seventh grade, it was great. I had the greatest writing teacher. It wasnít better than my sixth-grade teacher, I had to deal with that. But my seventh-grade teacher Ms. Richardson, she was so cool. She was short with blonde hair. She was light-skinned. Every time she will scream her face turns red and it looks like her head is ready to fall off. It was so funny, but no matter what I always had respect for her.
When I entered the eighth grade I met my next writing teacher. He was a huge man, about 350 to 400 pounds. He looked evil, but once you got to know him heís the sweetest man you ever met. Thanks to him I passed to the ninth grade, and to the Bronx Academy of Letters.
What writing means to me is a lot because it helps me think beyond my heart. It takes me places that I feel I need to visit and see. What writing also means to me is love, because right now in my life Iím in love with a boy named Steven. My writing is really helpful because my life has been a roller coaster.
How these teachers influenced me is that they always have inspired me to do things that I want to do. And to focus on my dreams and not others. This is how they have inspired me.