Point Of View Essay
"The Rose That Grew From Concrete"
Senior year began with Rosemarie turning eighteen. All summer Rose had been counting the seconds until she was finally an “adult”. The day arrived with heavy rain, symbolizing growth and change. Much growth was in store for her this year, little did we know. She went out to lunch with her best friend Jessica and received a Polaroid camera from her and earrings and a Sylvia Plath book from me. Rose had been waiting to turn 18 for her whole life, and now that she was finally there she was proud of herself for making it that far in one piece. Senior year did not start the way she thought it would though, instead of weekends spent laughing with friends she found herself alone. Rosemarie isn't a very extroverted person, she had what she thought were a group of close friends and her best friend forever. However everyone seemed to be pulled in other directions this year, whether it be because of college, boyfriends or work. I saw that this upset Rosemarie, but we assumed her friends would come around soon.
This however was not the case. As the year dragged on, Rose found that the only person she was hanging out with was me or her computer. However this time spent by herself was actually better than being around people with no common interests. She felt alone though, and wanted to find more people she could connect with. I spent as much time with her as I possibly could, weather it was star gazing, coffee shops, or quirky movies, I tried to put a smile on her beautiful face. But I could only do so much, and I knew Rose deserved better from the people she did so much for. But despite her depression Rosemarie was still determined to complete her goal of participating in the Ms. Bayside pageant. I was so proud to see her working hard on her talent, memorizing all her steps and lines. I will always remember helping her practice the poem “Mirror” by Sylvia Plath for her talent portion. Driving in my car, listening to her recite each stanza with more confidence each time until they were safely locked in her heart.
Rosemarie took on more stress and more responsibility toward the end of her senior year. She got her first job as a hostess (and was hired on the spot!). I was so proud! Unfortunately, her first day of work was also the first of many days her mom would spend in the hospital that month. Her mother had a seizure and other health complications and was getting worse instead of better. Rosemarie was very scared for her mother, but couldn’t show it. Her mother’s worsening health caused her to depend even more on Rosemarie then she did before. Rosemarie had to juggle working late on the weekends, eight classes during the week and caring for her mother too. This was all too much for Rose and she finally called me one night, crying and asking me if I could please come see her, she felt tired and alone. I rushed from my house in Norfolk to Virginia Beach to see her, and I tried to reassure her everything would be okay and that I would always be here for her. Once again, she overcame this hurdle with grace and strength.
Rosemarie didn't have the senior year she wanted to have, or was even expecting to have, but all the struggles she has faced have made her even stronger and more beautiful of a person. This was a year of really knowing herself, a year of priorities and maturity. She juggled many responsibilities this year, from school, to work, her mother’s health and even helping me through the struggles I’ve had this year. She truly grew this year, and grew into an incredibly strong, mature, amazing young woman. Her year is ending on a brighter note though, she is getting her driver’s license, becoming more and more independent and looking with bright eyes towards college.
This however was not the case. As the year dragged on, Rose found that the only person she was hanging out with was me or her computer. However this time spent by herself was actually better than being around people with no common interests. She felt alone though, and wanted to find more people she could connect with. I spent as much time with her as I possibly could, weather it was star gazing, coffee shops, or quirky movies, I tried to put a smile on her beautiful face. But I could only do so much, and I knew Rose deserved better from the people she did so much for. But despite her depression Rosemarie was still determined to complete her goal of participating in the Ms. Bayside pageant. I was so proud to see her working hard on her talent, memorizing all her steps and lines. I will always remember helping her practice the poem “Mirror” by Sylvia Plath for her talent portion. Driving in my car, listening to her recite each stanza with more confidence each time until they were safely locked in her heart.
Rosemarie took on more stress and more responsibility toward the end of her senior year. She got her first job as a hostess (and was hired on the spot!). I was so proud! Unfortunately, her first day of work was also the first of many days her mom would spend in the hospital that month. Her mother had a seizure and other health complications and was getting worse instead of better. Rosemarie was very scared for her mother, but couldn’t show it. Her mother’s worsening health caused her to depend even more on Rosemarie then she did before. Rosemarie had to juggle working late on the weekends, eight classes during the week and caring for her mother too. This was all too much for Rose and she finally called me one night, crying and asking me if I could please come see her, she felt tired and alone. I rushed from my house in Norfolk to Virginia Beach to see her, and I tried to reassure her everything would be okay and that I would always be here for her. Once again, she overcame this hurdle with grace and strength.
Rosemarie didn't have the senior year she wanted to have, or was even expecting to have, but all the struggles she has faced have made her even stronger and more beautiful of a person. This was a year of really knowing herself, a year of priorities and maturity. She juggled many responsibilities this year, from school, to work, her mother’s health and even helping me through the struggles I’ve had this year. She truly grew this year, and grew into an incredibly strong, mature, amazing young woman. Her year is ending on a brighter note though, she is getting her driver’s license, becoming more and more independent and looking with bright eyes towards college.