MyselfMyself        At some point they always ask us to talk about our self, maybe because they want to know a little more about us so that they can get to know us more. Well here it goes; my name is Shilby Herminia Lisbey I was born in San Ignacio, Cayo. My mother name is Herminia Lisbey I was raised only by my mother she is a single parent. I am 17 years old, my birthday is the 29th of May and I was born in La Loma Luz Hospital. I went to Cinderella Pre-School then I attended St. Andrews primary school after that I went to Sacred Heart High school which I am now a proud graduate of. I am now attending the University Of Belize which I am pursuing my Bachelors in Nursing. I am the only child of my mother but she lately adopted a little girl by the name of Jennifer Buul. She is 9 years old and we all live with our grandmother since my grandfather passed away in 2008. In our house hold its only four of us an it’s just us four girl. Don’t have any men living with us.
I may say that I am a very sweet person but also I have two type of attitude sometimes I may be very sweet with you once you are sweet with me but then if you end up turning my other side it will be something different. Apart from that I am a person that you will always see a smile on my face even when it’s not my day. From I started attending school I have never failed a class am going straight through without failing a class. When I was in primary school I was in many different types of clubs like the school dance group, the school band, and even in the school choir. I have participated in the school festivals and also in the festival of art. I have represented my school many times in the choir group and my school has always been receiving gold in this area. I have received many awards because of this and when I graduated I have also gotten a gold medal for being involved in school.
Lorenzo: Let’s talk about your family, is that your main concern, was that you came to see your father die?
Sebastian: I was going to ask it myself but I didn’t want to bother with it and I didn’t have time to ask that for two weeks, because I felt like I’m not really sure what that will mean at that stage. That happened a couple times, in fact I thought it was like I’ve been through a lot. My dad was a very busy father. My family had a lot of problems and my wife had a lot of troubles and I also had a lot of family problems. I also said to myself, “So you are what have you, how can I help you?” But it was actually when I think about my family, my mother, my sister, my sisters and I all came out and said to myself, “This just doesn’t make sense, can we just have a little bit of help?”
One day I think, “I don’t have much time, but I want to do something better” and I decided to go on with my career and I was able to go see my father and he’s been really good for my whole life. I’ve always admired the man, his enthusiasm for learning and his kindness and he was really kind to me. So I decided to go there a couple of weeks of my life with the idea that maybe I could try something else and if it works, maybe I can stay a little longer. It seems pretty simple but I’m kind of worried about how long things would last and why I didn’t have enough time. After two weeks of going to see his mother and father and even that I feel just let down and feel like we will never be able to do it again. Sometimes I really don’t want to live to see the last day. It feels like we are not at all satisfied with everything, but I will never get over it. I love the music and the school and I love my school and I hope I’ll stay and have some time after that. As you said it is very difficult to do things with your own life and there is no way you will be able to do that with yours.
After that, the last time we saw each other was during the summer of 2011 during my summer school life. I would just spend some time and get up before bed so that I could walk or do some exercise and that’s when we started seeing each other everyday. I never went to bed everyday and my room never even slept that much because I was so tired and there was so much stuff to read and I could’t do much with myself. My last night of my summer school life was a very big one because I would wake up almost late, it was still light on the night ground and the teachers couldn’t get that close to the ceiling. We were trying to sleep on the floor because I would only really sleep on the floor when I would hear the beatle that was beating off and I couldn’t do anything as long as I was asleep at that time. Then I would go find my bed and the light that never fell in through the holes in the ceiling wouldn’t let out. I never worked hard enough to get done with anything. At that time I felt so really happy as I was going to my final exam on the last day of summer school life, I don’t even know what to do, in that first meeting and in that