I look back to freshman year in high school. I didn’t know anybody and was so eager to have friends, but the mistake I made was to surround myself with people that didn’t have my best interest in heart. In the result of that I wasn’t focused in school, my family, or my own self. Peer pressure can be difficult.
From the start, I did not feel like I “fit in”. I did not want to be around anyone. As my depression grew, my grades faltered, and I had very little interest in anything. After a series of academic failures and a period of loneliness throughout the remainder of my time in middle school, I finally told myself that this was my life and I had to take charge of it and start looking for the best things in my day to day activities. I began to think about my future and how my choices were going to shape my life as an adult.
I had doubted myself when I set this goal because high school was so difficult for me, not because I didn’t like school but because in high school I felt like an outsider and no one teacher ever took an interest in me, my education, or my future. In my yearbook I even have a signature from my high school human anatomy teacher and it reads: “David- Congrats! When I first met you, I questioned how you made it to 12th grade… Now I know behind the big mouth is a big brain &heart. Best of Luck,” Mr. W. That just tips off my high school time, on the outside, that seems like a very uplifting message. But in reality it signifies how hard I had to try to even make it to the where I am
Who is to say that failure cannot ultimately lead you to success? Most people fail at some point in their lives, and they have to generally fail at something before they can ultimately reach success, even though failure can be defined as a lack of success. A person fails because they did not adequately prepare for success. As a sophomore in high school, one of the high school courses that I was required to take was American Literature and Writing. I did not have myself signed up for any of the AP classes offered, so I lacked familiarity with the struggles a typical student endures while they are taking an AP class, but all I knew was that the school year of 2015-2016 was personally successful for me.
I didn’t want that job, it was a job that was given to me, forced upon me. In my freshman year of high school I was the most awkward kid in every single photo I appeared in, my pose was inelegant and my expression was often fatigued. I did not live with courage. However, that’s not to say that I lived with cowardice. I more of lived with vagueness.
From the start of middle school to the first day of ninth grade I was lost, fearful of going and doing different things or anything that was outside of my “norm.” Even just the thought of leaving that comfort zone forced my thoughts down a dim path of self-deprecation. The last few years that I continued to do homeschool were the worst. As I grew older i started wanting conversations and company outside of my family and myself. I began to feel a crushing force of stagnation. It felt like I wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything, the idea of being stuck in one place not moving was like I was trapped in quick sand.
Then in sophomore year of high school, I was, well, let’s say “mistreated” by a male classmate. I felt broken and hurt, like I couldn’t trust a soul in the world. That instance only confirmed that maybe God wasn’t as present as I’d hoped and maybe men were not my type. When I started looking at colleges, naturally, I wanted to go somewhere safe, where there was little violence and possibly the opportunity to strengthen my dwindling faith. I found Covenant.
It was my last year and all I wanted to do was have fun. I stopped doing my homework and studying for all my tests, I began to worry about boys and all the fun times my friends and I would have. I got suspended and asked to get sent to a anger management school to help me focus a bit more on myself, nobody would have expected that from
Why Suspending Misbehaving Students Is a Bad Idea Teachers may be surprised to find out that suspending kids from school isn’t working anymore and we need a better solution for punishing the students. This is because many students would rather be home than having to come to school. Many schools in the past have used various different punishments for disobedient students but the main one has been suspending them from school and activities. This way of dealing with the students has worked for many years of teaching because the students back then knew that they were lucky to even be going to school. In this new generation, kids don’t care about school as much and would rather be home anyway.
Growing up I was always quiet, and never really built the courage to talk to people. I didn't have many friends, and the friends I did have I had trouble opening up to. I was always afraid of being myself in fear that people might judge me rather than accept me for who I was. After graduating from high school, I knew that I wanted to make a change and be a different person when I got to college. I wanted to be more confident and just be myself, not caring so much about what other people thought of me.
I 've always been told that life will knock you down, but it 's getting back up that shows your true character. My whole life has been a series of ups and downs. As a child I always struggled in school. I never got horrible grades, but I certainly wasn 't the best student. After trying for many years to get better grades with little to no success, I gave up on trying and just accepted whatever grade I ended up with.
Steven didn’t do it again after this warning, but I personally think he should’ve got more than just a warning maybe like suspension or even expelled maybe.I was kind of angry because I was confused on how he didn’t get more than just a warning. I didn’t forgive Steven after this situation. This is mainly because he didn’t say sorry and I also couldn’t forget it so I didn’t want to forgive him. I also started to get new,more true to me, friends. I also kicked,you could say, Tommy out of my life and wasn’t his friend anymore.
At the end of the final tryout, the coach called me over and told me the news I dreaded to hear: I hadn’t made the team. I wasn’t shocked, but I was infuriated with myself for letting others get to me. Failing to make the team wasn’t necessarily devastating, for being on the team wouldn’t have brought me the happiness nor relief I wanted. Failing to make the team was however humiliating, for I let myself believe I wasn’t of greatness due to purely unrelated distinctions. “Perhaps my skills are simply not up to par, maybe the coach noticed my weak performance, what if he just didn’t like me?” is all I thought the few days after his decision.