Yes, I have been through some very grueling times, like when I had a 58 in science after being absent for just two days! When I was presented with that problem, I studied very diligently, I re-watched all of my platitudinous lectures over and over again. I was determined to bring my grade up. I spent abounding hours (which felt like days) studying, improving my skills and working to come out on top. Finally, all my hard work got me to where I wanted to be.
Just like the stereotypical teenager, procrastination takes a huge toll on me. This is where procrastination and time management have an argument in my head. Luckily, I manage to have both parties agree on one understanding: I work on my sources and homework daily for a couple of hours, days before the work is due. Slowly my work begins to finish and the final product seems to be complete. If I cram everything for the night before, I know for a fact that I won 't give the assignment my best and I think that this group project helped me get me into the
Every time the sun set, I began to feel ‘sick’ which was a way for me being unable to escape. This is what slowly started to allow other problems to arise. The lack of sleep did not help me function properly. My relationship with my family started to take strain; my mom and dad were getting fed up; I kept them up at night and when they went out they could never enjoy themselves with the thirty phone calls from me. Each morning at school I would run after my mom and spend every morning in the counsellor’s office.
During the closing song, I experienced an overwhelm of emotions, and I was shocked to realize that fear was one of them. I feared for the campers due to return home by noon the next day, who had to return to a world that is far less accepting than MHKC. I was blessed with glimpsing personalities that rarely got acknowledged due to the marginalization against the disabled community in our society. The sense of belonging is a fundamental human need, and I realized in that moment that the children and adults around me had struggled all their lives with meeting that need. Belonging in a society that tends to be hyper-judgmental is no easy feat, which is made even more difficult due to the often physical symptoms apparent in many members of the disabled
The excerpts from Dick Gregory's novel were very inspirational. When he was young he felt embarrassed for being poor and his teacher was cruel. When he grew up, despite being a well known athlete, he still had to negotiate for rights that everyone else took for granted. I learned how traumatizing it can be for someone to grow up in this hostile environment. It was surprising and disturbing to see how much racism and poverty affected him as a child.
A few weeks in, I was feeling the heat. The pressure was getting to be too much. I was unable to focus my attention appropriately. I felt like I was living in a fog unable to think clearly. I was obtaining C’s for my poorly written essay’s (which was a blow to my ego) in my English class.
High school was difficult for me to put it simply. Throughout almost all of it I was depressed. Caused by one thing or another and always varying in intensity, it was the only persistent aspect of my high school career. There are far too many events, feelings, and thoughts that provoked my spiral that I’m rendered unable to recall them all. Starting with my questioning of the morality of man after reading “All Quiet on the Western Front”, only to be escalated by the stresses of the IB program, then heightened by the worries that came with applying and affording college and my future in general.
Growing up school was hard for me because I had a speech problems and I couldn 't even talk till I was 4. Till to this day I am surprised that I worked pretty hard to be where I am now. The scary part was that my doctor thought I was autistic because that’s a sign of someone whose autistic. Life was scary for my parents as I was a young child. I had a lot classes I had to get and special tutors to help me speak correctly.
Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me. As middle school began, hard working and social life had shaped a hefty problem for me. Middle school brought forth harder work, and attending a different school expunged almost all of my previous friends. I began to work much harder as a student, because I felt that it was important to receive superb grades. However, this affected my life with friends in later years.
It was nearly impossible to do homework so school became hard. I hard to work through a lot of pain. Many tests and exams were preformed on my brain to check for cancer and bleeding although nothing was found. I still get intense headaches every couple weeks. Sometimes they are too painful to move but I refuse to let them control my life.