With Valentine’s Day quickly approaching, customers become surrounded by hearts, candies, and giant stuffed animals. I, the optimist that I am, view love as a necessity and believe it should be celebrated, but for crying out loud, it’s just too much. Perhaps I feel this way because I have never truly loved; I casually dated, but I never fully committed. I did, however, know people who decided to ride the Tunnel of Love and, as a result, developed heart-shaped tunnel-vision and it ended up affecting my life. My first two years of high school changed who I was as a person. By my Sophomore year, my happiness and mental well-being entered a rapid state of decline. This was all due to the fact that my Freshman year, I had a stalker named Bailey; he was tall, birdlike, and very, very creepy. I sat with my best friend, Rebecca, on her zebra-striped bed on several occasions and told her all of my woes with him, my …show more content…
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just tired,” I lied poorly as my voice cracked. “Okay,” Emily replied concernedly. Katie frowned, disappointed at my parting, but I didn’t care.
I walked out the doors as my eyes misted; my first high school dance was not a happy experience. It was, however, an educational experience. I realized that I didn’t always come first. I realized that love can hurt, even if you aren’t in it. Finally, I realized that it was okay to free yourself of people if they consistently brought you pain, no matter the history.
On December 18th of 2015, I decided it was the right time to terminate my friendship with Rebecca; her relationship didn’t seem like it would end anytime soon, and even if it did, I knew there would be irreparable damages to our friendship and trust issues in our future. It proved itself as the healthiest decision I have made in my life. Eventually, I quit therapy. I found a support system as well as a passion for theatre, which helped me arrive at a better place and become the person I am
In the movie “The Loving Story”, the director Nancy Buirski presents a story about love and fight for the right of interracial marriage and social justice. In 1958, a white man whose name Richard Loving and his black fiancée Mildred Jeter travelled from Virginia to Washington to get married in a time when interracial marriage was illegal in most of the states in the United States including Virginia, according to the movie. However, the director shows that Mildred and Richard Loving were arrested in Virginia when they came back for violating a Virginia law that forbidden marriage between people of different races. Therefore, the couple had to leave Virginia so that they can live together with their children in Washington, D.C. A long way from
Existentialism in the Real World As my high school saga comes to a satisfactory conclusion, I am left feeling very accomplished, educated, and rounded as an individual. And as I prepare for life beyond high school, I do feel a little worried. How could it get better than this? The great friends, the great moments, all the school activities and events. There’s no way things could get better right?
I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.
In my first three years of high school, I have had many struggles that have taken me on a different track than what I expected. My freshman year I had received four concussions. Some of these were sports related while others just happening by accident. These accidents left me missing tons of school and made me fall behind. Classes were hard to keep up with mentally as well as emotionally.
Elie Wiesel’s work, Night, published in 1958, demonstrates the struggles Jewish society and other minorities faced in order to live a life of liberty. I, myself, felt bound and trapped, but not by iron doors, but by words. Even though being open and social can help communication growth, rudeness and unnecessary judgement can hinder one’s ability to be social and make them feel like expressing themselves is not possible. August 21, 2010, as my mother pulled up to the side of Georgetown Middle School, I remember thinking “I hope Mrs. Hope gives me hope.” My blood was pounding from the adrenaline, and my stomach was in knots knowing that in a few moments, I would be taking my first steps into an unusual environment for the next three years.
“Love is the great intangible” for it is hard to grasp on to the idea of what it is built of on the inside. As powerful as it appears to be, love has “turned tough guys to mush…driven strong women mad…bankrupt robber barons”. It is more than just happiness, satisfaction, and contentment, because it is the absence of fear. Ackerman said, “We use the word love in such a sloppy way that it can mean almost nothing or absolutely everything.” If someone says, “I love my new scented lotion”, its measure of love is different than if someone were to say “My family is the love of my life”.
From this day, I still remember how lonely I felt and how badly I wanted to be accepted. I dreaded to go to recess because I wasn't sure what type of crowd I would “ fit in” with. As I walked in class, I saw everyone divided into various cliques and eventually I found myself every week trying to fit in with a different one. I tried my best to act like those kids in order to fit in, I changed so many things such as my attitude, my clothing, my hairstyles and how I spoke in the span of one year. I was so desperate to feel like I was not alone and had real friends that I basically would’ve done anything for others to like me.
From the outside, many students live consists of all happy moments. Some people hide their stories deep down within themselves to bury the problems they want to hide. In my senior year of high school, I remember seeing this one sophomore girl that was super cute, energetic and playful at my senior barbeque. Her smile was filled with love, but I could see that her eyes told a different story. A few weeks later, I found out that she was in my associate student body (ASB) class and was placed in the same group as 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.
High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.
The past four years of my life hold both my highest of highs and my lowest of lows. High school can be a very awkward time period in a person’s life. Four years ago, I made the intimidating switch from St. Mary’s School to Algoma High School. There were certain aspects of high school which made me nervous, but academics was not one of them. I learned how to be a responsible student in my earlier years, and school had always come relatively easy to me.
In my life, I would be certain to say that I was two distinct people; a child before Temple University, and an individual afterwards. In the years since my graduation, I enjoy reminiscing on those long past days. I was lazy, meek, I had no motivation to do anything and lacked the skills as well. Truly I was going nowhere, until I received a letter in the mail for an application I had completely forgotten about. I was accepted into University, an implausible thought to my young self.
Love: An endless supply of happiness and dopamine I’ll never forget the time I met my girlfriend. I was at my best friend’s birthday party, when a tall beautiful girl with wavy brown hair and the clearest complexion, her face full of happiness and joy. The moment I saw her, was the moment I knew that I had powerful feelings for her. It was amazing actually…feelings began to swell in brain, lust, compassion, affection, adoration, racing through my mind. That would be the day that I would began to fall for Alex.
What is love? Everybody has his/her own understanding and definition of love. In order to better understand all the complexity of such a phenomenon, it is worth analyzing specific scenarios. Therefore, this paper concentrates on one of such scenarios, which, in fact, is one from my personal experience. I had been in a long-distance relationship that had lasted a little over a year.
I realized I wasn’t a good student my behavior inside the classroom was horrible but I could recognize I had a really good connection with my teachers even though I was super noisy in class and always laughing basically I was like a clown, until today I still talk to them as my second parents. Memorable moments in my life that I consider the scariest days and at the same time moments to celebrate was my last year in High School. De La Salle Panama is known for a lot of people as a really hard school to graduate and the hardest year is grade 12 (2014: my last year in High School). Remember moments when I was studying and I took me the whole night to study for my several