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The Story of

My Life

Take 1

Jeanne Christine C. Peralta

113070Section E



Part I



PRENATAL DEVELOPMENT

Turns out, that freedom of movement was due

to my small size, even as an infant—and thisproved to be the case when I entered the

world weighing barely 7 pounds.

She said that the first thing she did when shesaw me was to check if I had complete toes andfingers. She even bought a new dress to wearso that I’d have a good first impression of herwhen she visits for the first time, but I was sotiny I could barely open my eyes.

When my mother was conceiving me, shehonestly thought that I was a boy. She said

that it’s because the baby in her womb wasso energetic, it kept moving and spinning andkicking around.



My parents would always praise me whether I dance well or not,

so I’ve always believed I’m good

at dancing.

Mama: “Dresses didn’t really flatter you eh, sojumpers na lang.” =)) HAHAHA

Me (while looking at baby pics):

“Ma, why am I always dressed in jumpers and shirts? Shouldn’t I

be wearing dresses more often when I was younger?

I also developed my love fordancing when I was young.

In school we’d annually have this

field demo, where the whole

batch will dance, and since I wassmall, I always get to be in front.

Contrary to gender socialization, my mom

dressed me up in boy clothes because I

looked more like a boy. =))



As a child, I was known to have a difficult

temperament.

My mom would often recall that I

was very grumpy, and I wanted to

get things my way.

For example, when there were family

reunions, I’d sometimes prefer to stay at

home alone and color my coloring books.

Even as a child, I was attached to books.

As a toddler, I was a certified

SECURE

ATTACHMENT



My nickname for

my brother :)

Growing up with my brother, Justin, saved mefrom loneliness . With my younger bro, every

day is an adventure.

Since my brother and I were almost the

same age, I spent most of my childhood

playing with him. We were very close.

MY BROTHER, MY 1ST PLAYMATE

If I was often mistaken for a boy, he was

always mistaken as a girl. If I was thegrumpy child, my brother was the

angelic one.They said I was always grumpy with

everyone, except for my brother and my

father.

“Chubby chubby ”



We are exact opposites: He’s great at any sport he

tries, while I excel in academics. I think we’re

mutually compensating for the skills we lack,

which the other has.

He can make friends with anyone, while I’m the

introvert . I easily get discouraged, but my

brother’s fighting spirit always pushes me to go

forward and persevere.

If there’s one virtue my brother helped me develop,it’s PATIENCE . =)) I learned this by dealing with him.

HAHA

Another great thing about having a brother is you

have a companion wherever you go. When my

brother and I are together we’re never out of place. :D



I would demand gifts on my bday. (Ispecifically wanted a music box.)

Since I was a grumpy child, I carried that traitwith me to school. From prep to grade 2, I was

known as the “maldita” and bully in the batch.

Though I don’t remember it, my classmateshave ‘bully stories’ of me.

I’d get their place mat, writing pad,

and other stuff and claim them asmine. They say I’d really argue itout.

I’d write their names on the boardif they’re noisy.



Thankfully, I changed when I was in grade 3. I stopped

being “mataray” and made friends.

I rode in a school bus to get to school for 12 years

(from prep to 4th year), where I made lastingfriendships with my busmates.

Aside from sharing mornings and afternoons together,

we’d often go out swimming and hanging out at each

other’s houses. On some days we go to a busmates’

village and feast on isaw and scramble. =))

MONDALA SCHOOL SERVICE

1999 - 2011



Part II



We started to get close when I

was in grade 2.

My mom and I never got along

when I was a kid because she

said I was too “mataray”.

I soon realized that she was

the coolest mom around. She’d

ALWAYS make me laugh.

When I’d choose to stay home

and study, she’d urge me toattend our class soirees.

Whenever I have an event to

attend, she’d be more excited to

buy me an outfit and dress me up.

I can tell her ANYTHING, and

she’d always get what I mean.

Soon, we became very close.

She supports me in whatever I

do, and she’d always find a way

to make me feel loved.

She knows all my friends, and

they all love her too. They

always say I’m lucky to have a

mother like her.

My mother,

my best friend

Because of this and other

countless reasons, I love my

mother. And everyday, I thank

God for her.

While other teens were having

petty fights with their moms, Ideveloped a special kind of

friendship with my mother.



My mother has been serving as a lector ever

since I was young, and she inspired me to

serve in our parish as well.

She’s also the one who led me to deepen my

spirituality, making me the religious person I

am now.



HIGH SCHOOL

So far, high school has been the most

memorable period of my life.

I had a fun barkada whom

I always hang out with.

Every year I was always theclass tutor, so I gained respect

from my classmates.

I had good grades, and people

believed I could achieve anything.

I graduated with honors

I served as a class president in my

senior year, and I consider this the

best decision I ever made in high

school.



High school woudn’t

have been complete

without my barkada.

We’ve shared life stories over

fries and float, sleepovers,

swimming trips, and random

photoshoots together.

School plays, Camping,

Retreats—these are events

unique for high school, and I’m

glad I had friends to share them

with.

PEERS



A Time for Firsts… First Soiree

First Interaction

First Santacruzan

First Time to be a Date

First Prom

First AHS Fair

When I was in third year, I started to

have guy friends because of soirees

and interactions.

Having grown up in an all-girls’

school, this helped me become

more comfortable around guys.

h l hl



August 20, 2010 Marist School Athletic League

I was invited to be a muse

for one section in Marist

School, Marikina.

This is also the day when themost awkward moment of my

life happened.

During lunch break, this guy

(on the left) who was my

supposed-to-be prom date

(but wasn’t able to make it)approached me with a

bouquet of flowers in their

school cafeteria.

He said he wanted to apologize.

Since it was lunch, there were

a lot of boys in the cafeteria,and everyone turned to look at

us.

For me, I thought this event

was the kind to happen in

books, but not in real life.

That’s why I’ll never forget it.



Graduation served as the

culmination of my high school

experiences.

I received awards my classmates

and teachers nominated me for, and

I was privileged to deliver the

valedictory speech.


http://slidepdf.com/reader/full/story-of-my-lifepdf 18/23Immersion in Capas Tarlac, 2011

Immersing with the Aeta families for 3 daysin Tarlac is an experience I consider as life-

changing.

I fell in love with the mountains,

the people, and the beauty of living

a simple life devoid of technology

and dependent on nature. .

After HS graduation, I joined schoolmates

and teachers for the annual immersion in

indigenous communities.



Part III

Rit f P Being a NINANG



Rites of Passage Being a NINANG

for the first

time

Shane, myinaanak at one

year old

My elder cousin

in the province,

ate Rosa, askedme to be a

ninang for her

first child,

Shane.

EnteringCollege



My Debut Although I have

gone through

rites of passage

into adulthood, I don’t really

consider myself as

an adult yet.



I’ve always believed that a person can be defined not by her looks

or achievements, but by her experiences. These are the

experiences I’ve had so far, and these are the experiences that

shaped me to become who I am now.



You only live once. But if you

do it right, once is enough.

CUT.

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