The day I began highschool was a day I thought would be like any other but little did I know it would be a day that would change my life forever, a day that would take a turn for the worst. I remember my life before highschool; calm, eventful, interesting, and sometimes exciting. I had a few friends which I loved spending time with and kept close, the bond I had with my family was strong, I was full of energy and motivation, but most importantly, I was in good health. During the first day of school I was excited and focused on what I was going to do and I was certain I would stick to the plans I had for my future. I started off with good grades, A's and B's, and never settled for anything lower. I was always on track with the assignments …show more content…
I tried my best to make it seem like I was untroubled or cheery. The friends I had for such a long time started to realize that I was unwanted, put down, and laughed at so they started keeping their distance from me until I completely lost them; they did not want to be seen with me, I was an embarassment to them, a burden. That was when I started changing; I couldn't eat because I was so dissapointed in myself, I couldn't have a single bite because I felt so disgusting. I spent so much time looking into a mirror trying to figure out what was wrong with me and why people hated me so much. I didn't sleep thinking about how I was going to get through the next day, the stress piled up and I decided to take it out on me by self harm. I started spending more and more time alone in my room not wanting to talk to my siblings or my parents, crying every night, hating myself more and more. When I went out in public I felt as if every single person was staring at me and judging me. I felt cold, I started sweating and shaking, I breathed heavily, my heartbeat was rapid, I felt sick to my stomach while going through panic attacks everyday fearing what would happen the next day I would have to go to
She found out that I self harmed and took me straight to the doctor. They recommended me to therapists, but those therapists didn’t help much. I ended up going to a psychiatric hospital after a few months for trying to kill myself. It got really bad. After that I finally got new therapists and actually started to feel better.
Middle School to High School In middle school, one thing that I thought of high school is that it wouldn’t be much different than middle school. I was told a lot of bad things about high school, people saying “just wait until you get to high school, everything gets a lot worse” or “you think it’s hard now? Just wait.” When I was in middle school, I was told as well as thought that high school wouldn’t be any different than middle school except for it being harder academic wise.
A week after my grandfather 's wake I received a letter saying “don 't ever speak to me again,” a devastating blow from my best friend of eight years. A million thoughts raced through my head and I immediately embarked on the five stages of grief, bypassing denial, anger, and bargaining because I am an overachiever. However, depression made up for lost time swaddling me in it 's clutches. I delved into the nightmare where everything is bleak and I 'm still on the couch at four in the afternoon in my pyjamas with a Netflix marathon of Breaking Bad and a can of whipped cream. This is the depression where suicide begins looking like a good option and then it 's time to get help.
It’s caused my relationship with my parents to plummet. It’s sent me into a deeper social anxiety rut than i was in to begin with. It’s cut off most of my social ties with many people. I can’t escape my own thoughts long enough to hold a conversation with anyone. Constantly having to deal with the inner demon whenever he comes out to play.
I was angry at myself for a long time, because I felt like I was the one to blame because I was surrounded with fear rather than being able to stand up for myself. That ended up causing my child self to develop severe anxiety. This anxiety was so bad that I’d go into these attacks where I would ball up my hands and dig my nails into my palms causing them to bleed and bruise. I would have to wrap my palms with bandages so they didn’t leave any marks. I told no one about this event that took place, I kept it in my heart for about 4 to 5
I was already having problems that same day. , It was a Thursday morning when these three kids walked up and said to me when they told me that it made my blood boil (it does not help when I was already in a really bad mood),From there on I was mad at people because i thought they looked at me differently, that no one cared about me that I was on my own. I was really mad at people I didn’t talk to anybody for about 2 weeks because I was hurting and shut everyone out. When people would ask what had happened to me why was I changing, it didn’t help that I was having problems and that I don’t have anyone that I would trust to talk about
I cannot explain why I changed but everybody could see it. I got a temper very easily, especially with my mother and sister. I just wasn’t the person I used to be. Part of this I believe was to do a psychopath ex-girlfriend. But I still cannot pinpoint an exact error, just speculation.
I would talk in class but was not able to allow myself to create new friendships. Eventually I began making friends, but they did not bring me the same feelings of joy the others had, so I never allowed myself to be any closer to anyone. I would often spend the lunch period hiding in a bathroom stall crying, not because people had been mean to me or I had problems at home, I just felt so deeply unhappy with myself that I did not know how to deal with it. The sadness was then accompanied by numbness, and I finally thought of a way to deal with it. I started inflicting physical pain upon myself as a way to distract from the emotional turmoil I had been in for so long-- and it worked.
Personal Narrative Essay Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.
It was nice sunny day, birds chirping, the warm breeze with the fragrance of flowers mixed with fresh grass. Out in the county of England was a family of two, a father and a daughter. But sadly it was the first week of school for teen Zoe. She just turned 13, and beginning another year in middle school. She hated school because they start earlier on Monday's, have to wear boring uniforms, and they're a bunch of bullies in the school.
I stopped trying to have a friend, I figured no-one would want to be friends with what I had become. I didn't care anymore, I had come to picture everyone as a jerk. Which got me into a lot of fights and my attitude just drove my teachers crazy. I even started thinking suicidal thoughts. I had fantasies of killing myself.
My sister shared this quote with me when I was in middle school. I remember having a hard time in school because on my lack of language. There was a point where I said that going to school was worthless because I didn’t understand anything that was going on and that I was going to school to sit and stare. There is where my sister talked to me and made me understand how important school was and even told my parents that I was struggling. They all told me that thing are never easy and if I want something I need to work twice as hard as everyone else but that at the end the sense of accomplish was going to be my drive to keep striving.
After going to Charles Brant Chesney elementary school for five years, I was hesitant about moving on to middle school. To add to my list of things to be nervous about, my mom informed me that I would not be staying with my classmates because I was going to be attending Ivy Preparatory Academy. Ivy Prep was an all-girl charter school determined to turn girls into scholars. Not only did Ivy Prep turn me into a scholar, but also into a fan of books.
Attention I had been battling everyday ever since grade 4, the steps in school was never easy, soon school is my boulder. I’m a loner, and I like it that way. I walk down the halls, hobble myself down the sidewalk and into the glass doors of my high school, watching my undoubtedly ugly tennis shoes clomp themselves over shinny tiles. I try to stay on one line as I make my way to my locker, all around are TV teen drama looks and expensive Chanel perfume sashayed right past me, my eye level only meeting with her designer bag.
In 9th and 10th grade my studying habits were very poor and it showed tremendously on test and quizzes. 11th and 12th grade I took the initiative to learn how to study and not procrastinate. This was a challenge for me because test and quizzes took up the most percentage over classwork and homework which means one test or one quiz could drop your grade