RosnellysPerez

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=Cover Letter Draft: =



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Honestly, I wrote my memoir because it was for a school assignment. Why? Well, I don't like writing in English, I feel very limited, and I don't like bringing my moving situation up because I get really homesick and upset at times, but I figured out that moving from Dominican Republic to USA will be the perfect memory to write about because everybody can relate to it, I don't know the first person who has never moved out of their house, or had a friend who moved away out of nowhere. I talked to some of my classmates about my idea and they all liked it and seemed very interested on knowing how I could deal with such a cultural shock, I mean I even had a whole different language just a year ago! It's the biggest thing that has ever happened to me in eighteen years old.

I didn't plan my writing at first, I just sat in my bed, with lots of pictures of my family and friends around and just wrote everything I could remember about those months I had before moving, how I felt, what people said, how it started, just every little detail. After I was done I reviewed it all and it was a mess! I had incomplete ideas, and I lost the track in a lot of parts, after this I just took out the main ideas and added more details to it and I think it ended up better. My professor said I should add more details and so I did it, it was hard to think about my emotions though, because now I feel completely different about it, so that gets on the way of me trying to find those feelings again.


 * Purpose of my letter.**

I'm still not sure about what I want to write my letter about. It's between a complain letter to the awful president of Dominican Republic (My country) or a letter to my dad who is a perfectionist and who ask from me more than what I can give. Either case, I am trying to let them know how I feel about their actions with my letter, I'm trying to make them think about what they are doing and how they do it, I'm not sure how I'll say it yet, but I will. I will like to make a question on every reader's mind with my letter, I'll like them to think if they could say the same things if they were in my shoes.

MSH: Have you decided yet? I'm thinking the second letter would allow you to be more specific. The first topic could work too, but I'd need to know more about what you would want to say.

Open letter to God [working draft]:

Dear Father, Hi, how are you doing? Being perfect like usual? I bet. I been thinking about you lately, since I don’t live in your house anymore I’ve realized how much I truly hate your rules to be a “perfect” daughter and never said nothing for respect; well you know what? I’ve had enough! It’s time for me to stand up and let you know how I feel and how much your pressure slowly ruins my feelings and stresses me out. Being your daughter has always been more than having your last name, since I can remember you’ve always taught me how to be just like you because you consider yourself “perfect” and free of sins, so for every little mistake in my life, you had the worst punishment. You always demand so much from my siblings and me and that it’s simply exhausting. I am thankful though, because trying to catch up with your standards made me never give up in my goals, not to please you, but to show you that I can meet your high expectations plus show you how I can be better than you or whatever you expect me to be. I remember that one time, my freshman year of high school, I was so young and scared about what was going on, I was stressed enough but you, you was not happy with me getting a B+ in Math in my semester report card, so you stopped talking to me for a week, your own daughter, living in the same house, only because in your eyes I was not perfect anymore, I was not that little girl who always got As and merits in everything I tried and was so perfect that I would do everything you asked me to, no questions needed. But I understand that you were only child, your father was just like you’re with me, so I guess we can blame it on the way you were raised, but you always tell me how different this generation is from yours, so maybe the way of raising a child then is not the best way to raise a child now. I mean, come on, it’s 2010, I’m 18 years old, give me a break, I have been the way you wanted me to be my whole life, skipping my own feelings and wants and not being a regular teenager because in your opinion, the sooner you grow up, the sooner you’ll reach success. Lots of bullshit, right? Today, in Criminal Justice class, we were studying this case of a teenager, female, 18 years old and freshman in college; she was the “perfect student/daughter” who has never done anything wrong in her life, apparently. Sounds similar, right? High school life for her was a dream, typical popular girl who besides beautiful was smart, graduated as one of the top on her class and got a good scholarship in the college her parents wanted for her. The first month in college was hard enough to get her self–steam down, brake her confidence and shut her nerves down, she passed from being a really girly girl to a girl who doesn’t even care about personal hygiene, from being very strict and clear about her goals to be drinking Monday nights and skipping class. The transition from high school to college caught her off guard and she couldn’t help but be a follower and forget why she was there on the first place. Her parents were just like you dad, they asked her more than what she could give, she did it all for them and once she was free she just went crazy, she did everything she wanted to do (or believe she should do) and everything she knew her parents wont approve was a priority for her, why? Because her parents never recognized the good things she did in her life, they only focus on the mistakes and weakness so in her mind, if she did the opposite they would miss the good things on her and maybe appreciate it. Sadly, this story ends up with her dropping out of college and be missing a month after, today, 5 years after, she is still gone. Is she dead? Is she okay? We don’t know, but if her parents were a little less like you, she probably would have never ran away. Did you know that Suicide was the 11th leading cause of death in the United States in 2001? Did you know that most of the teenagers that commit suicide do it because of pressure from their family and peers? Did you know that stress affects how well you do in your daily activities and could lead into depression and end up in possible suicide? I am not saying I tried or will try to commit suicide, but I am just showing you real life facts, people I know have gone thru this because of parents like you, who give everything to their kids but ask them to be perfect as a pay back, an obligation, parents who make their kids feel like if they are not a certain way they’ll be worthless in life. I always wondered if you realized that you’re responsible for most of my mistakes and low self-steam in my youngest days, if you ever noticed when I skipped my meals and went 3 weeks just drinking water and juice because I was too busy studying to be “perfect” and not get you disappointed, to even remember that I should take a break and eat food, I was so into it that I never even felt hungry or tired, not even alive, I felt like all I could do was study and get As because I know how much you hate Bs. That one time I claimed you why you’re always so hard with me, I called you a perfectionist, you claimed yourself a “motivator” but reality is dad, that you are selfish when it comes to raising your kids, you want us to be a way we can’t, we can’t be perfect, I’m sorry. I am not perfect dad, I make mistakes like you do, I fall and get up like you do, I want to be recognized every time I do something good, just like you do; so at the end of the days, if you compare us, I am just like you, I am a human being, I am learning how to live and be an adult so I need support not claims, I need constructive critics not statements saying that I am a looser because believe it or not, you hurt my feelings dad, you make me loose the want to continue fighting, I feel like no matter what I try I wont ever be half of what you want me to be, that is why I wrote this for you, this is why I want you to tell me, will you ever be proud of me daddy?

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= =Website zero draft :)=

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Cover letter (included on the home page)
So far I am still working on including more genres to my website, I am having problems trying to figure out how to connect them, I think I have done good job so far, but I still will try to imporve.