Yani Rivas
Essay #4 draft #3
2-16-09
I and the Ten Year Old Me
When you are a child you have many dreams. You believe you can do anything you want. Your parents tell you “When you grow up you can be a famous artist, doctor or an architect.” At school teachers ask you to tell them what you want to do when you grow up. Frequently they tell you that you can be the president of your country (That’s a very famous phrase.) and as a child you believe it. Your eyes shine full of hopes. Every child dreams that he or she is going to have an interesting life when they are adults. But it is lamentable that not all children can make their dreams come true when they are adults. When I was nine years old I had many dreams about my future life.
I had dreamt of being a rich model. Almost all the time I was in front the mirror watching myself and practicing to be a model. My mother liked to see me modeling. So she always asked to my sister, cousins and me to do a catwalk for her. When I did it, I really enjoyed it. We used to move the furniture to have more space and began, one by one, to do a show. My mother was the emcee and she used to say “Here is one of the most important and beautiful models in the world.” Then we would enter the catwalk (the corridor of my living room) and do our best to impress my mother. I remember one day when my sister and two of my cousins were ready to begin high school. They began to practice how they were going to walk when they enter to the school the first day of class. My sister began the catwalk and then my cousins continue and they did very well. But my mom said, “One moment, let’s see how Yani does it, because she does it like a real model.” I felt very proud of myself and began to believe that I was a natural model.
When I was 16 I began to go to a model’s school and I was very excited. But it was for a short time, because I didn’t continue the classes. Now I’m 21 years old. I lived in a different country than the one were I was born. I’m studying English as a second language and working part time. I have a normal life. I wake up early every day to go to school, and then I go to work in my part time job. When I don’t have to work I have to stay at home and do homework. But I don’t like it to much because when I’m in home my mom wants to me do some housework. When I’m just ready to start my homework my mom calls me and tells me, “What you want to do, to wash the dishes or clean the house?” And I say “Mommiii… I have to do homework,” But she responds to me, “You have to do some housework too.” That’s not so exciting like I dreamed, but hold on, I’m only 21 years old and I’m preparing myself for a more exciting future.
In my opinion I have a good life, but what would happen if I met the 9 year old me? I think she would ask me about what happened to all the passion that I felt before for being a model. Was it really completely gone from my mind to be a model? I would tell her that I don’t know. But she would be angry with me, telling me that the only aspect that she doesn’t like about me is that I’m undecided in my life. I would tell her that she is right because I don’t know even what I want to do as a career if I’m not going to be a model. Then I would tell he, “Hold on. Hold on. Don’t push me. It is very difficult to become an adult and you don’t know because you are a child. I’m doing my best and don’t worry, I’m not going to disappoint you.”
