What was it like growing up homeless?

My mother was great with keeping me in school, but not so great at staying in one place, and keeping a job. This was because my mother found out that she was a diabetic when I was in the second grade. The next school year, we found out that I was also diabetic. She fell ill quite a bit, and so did I. We were new to this disease, so we didn't quite know how to control it like we do now. Most minimum wage jobs expect a doctor’s excuse if a day is missed. For my mother, that was difficult. She never learned how to drive, so we stuck to public transportation, but for a woman who is ill, public transportation is just not safe. I remember feeling so helpless knowing that my mother, the woman who'd kept me healthy and up to date with shots and other records was sick and I could do nothing. By the fifth grade, I'd been to seven elementary schools, and my mother had worked a handful of jobs. The last person we stayed with lived in the “courts” which are like the scum homes of government housing. They got evicted because we weren't on their lease. We got someone kicked out of the courts. After that event, my mother felt so bad about what we'd done that she decided it would be best if we were on our own instead of hurting others.

Were you able to find stable housing?

We moved to a local homeless shelter and I feel that was the best decision my mother made. The shelter provided so much information about the services that were available to us. They even offered my mom a job as a receptionist in the front office of the shelter. They helped us get transportation services which made it possible for me to stay in the school I was attending. The shelter case workers helped all of the families who lived in the shelter find an apartment in a complex in a really nice part of town at an extremely discounted price. After the lease was up, my mother had worked enough as a receptionist that we could now afford our own apartment.

After two and a half years of successfully staying on our feet, my mother fell ill. Her liver had become inflamed and she was hospitalized for a month. She lost her job and we lost our apartment. For a whole month I lived with friends that I’d gotten to know over the years. After that month, we had to move back into the shelter. My mother was told that she wouldn't be able to work ever again. This news threw my mother into a depression because she knew that she could no longer support herself, much less her daughter. The shelter, once again, provided the resources for us to move into an apartment complex that wanted only a fraction of our total income, and helped us with transportation. Luckily, my father had begun paying child support a few years earlier so we had an income. We lived there for two and a half years.

How did being homeless affect your education?

Moving from school to school made me slower than the other students because of all the different teaching techniques I'd been exposed to; some teachers even thought I was dyslexic. It wasn’t until high school that I found out about the McKinney Vento Homeless Education Assistance Act, which allowed me to stay at the same school despite the uncertainty of where I’d reside. Despite the frequent transitions, I made it all the way. I graduated from high school, ranked number 7 in my class. I am in college and plan to go so much further, too, because I'm tired of being homeless. “Education is power” is my motto.