Since I was young, I have always had an inexplicable fear of heights. When I stood on the ground and looked up at a skyscraper, my heart would start racing and my legs would become weak. Even worse was when I looked down from a high spot; I would desperately clutch onto the railings and start to feel dizzy. Logically, I understood that there was nothing to fear from an immobile building and that there were safety precautions in place to prevent any accidents, but reason seemed to vanish whenever I found myself in such situations. Fortunately, these occurrences were rare, as I lived in a suburban neighborhood and therefore typically did not encounter any problematic heights.
Too often I say things to a child that hurt him—that he could read if he just paid attention or simply tried harder. As a teacher I try hard to monitor the feelings of my students. Are they afraid of me? Are they scared to come to school? How are they handling the pressure that I am putting on them?
So I enrolled in a school, it was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life but it was not. At the beginning of school year, I did not have any friends and to make it worse, I got bullied. They bullied me on how I dressed especially my accent. Females even males were picking a fight with me. I wanted to tell my mom but I did not want her to worry.
Throughout my high school career, I was forced into many situations where I was challenged to connect with my peers and serve as a role model for future students. Whether it be my involvement in the school marching band, or helping students in community tutoring sessions, I have always made it my goal to better the people around me through my own efforts. Throughout my high school career, I have put forth my best effort to connect with my peers, transform individuals, and make a difference in my community. Joining the school marching band at the beginning of my freshman year of high school was one of the best decisions I have ever made. I’ve spent hundreds of hours working with my peers, building friendships while working toilsomely to perfect one show each year.
I wasn’t put into snowboarding classes while still in diapers, I didn’t have parents who were able to teach me, I had to choose it all on my own at the age of thirteen. Because I wanted to learn something new and nobody was going to stop me. I still get upset at the feeling of “failing” which in fact is not failing, after all I have done to get their, I have done anything but fail. I still feel the shame that comes over me when I think I’m so much older than the other newbies and why can’t I get it if they can. But with the willingness and aim to do what I know in my heart I can do, I try just a little
Being tall had a positive side and many negative sides. For example, un-coordination and being made fun of is where it all began. Being eight and physically larger than every boy in the school was a little embarrassing and came with many rude comments. The teachers and counselors at school used to always tell me that the boys were just jealous, when they actually meant to say that I was just that tall and they understood why they made fun of
From the moment, “If you miss the next week of band camp, someone else will be marching in your spot,” flew out of my band director’s mouth and slapped me across the face, all chances of having the best marching band season ever disappeared. Freshman year was ruined. At first, I had no thoughts, no expressions, or feelings. Then a melody of “whys?” tried to harmonize with clusters of reasons, begetting a dissonance of buzzing in my head, “Why was I being punished for going on a vacation with my family? Why is this happening to me?” The mental chaos came to an ease and there was finally resonance in my thoughts.
I got bullied. I was a girl who had just moved out of Canada to New York. I was small, chubby, had glasses, and I wasn’t as attractive as most middle schoolers. I tried to fit in but, it caused me to get bullied even more. Finally, I had the chance to switch schools,
I climbed on the fence to get a better view. I shushed my friends as they tried to get me to go to the concession stand with them; I was too watching the band, I spent the rest of my middle school life waiting for my turn to be in that band, being an eighth-grade