So I just decided not to. My first year was rough, I had a lot of bullies, they didn’t like that I was trans, they scared of me, and hated. I didn’t understand it and tried it alone, but it got nowhere. By sophomore year I had changed the way I did things, I built a support system, and I defeated what was keeping me down. I wanted to help other kids like me, so I founded my schools first independent
Now, remembering how I acted before I am consumed with guilt. I knew my parents tried their best for me, but I was selfish and complained. I realize their hardships and sacrifices they made to make my life better. By the time I started school, there was a disconnect with my peers.
Growing up my parents started to tell me “ that if I want to be successful you have to go to school”, and still I would not listen to them because to me it was absurd to keep going to school after high school. Life as a child is very different then the life of a teenager, young adult, adult or someone that is about to retire. As a child I just want to play around, and just have fun, and continue on the path that I wanted. Yet as I got older especially middle of my junior year in high school, reality hit me in the face, it felt like being hit with a baseball bat, I saw that I wanted to become somebody big in the Army respected by all soldiers,and people, and for me to do that I have to become well educated, have a good personality, and most importantly love God and this country. In order to achieve this goal I have to go to college,
I was not very happy as it was not a career I enjoyed, and it took lots of studying. It eventually became too stressful as my strenuous efforts toward my parents’ goal were not paying off. My parents stopped pressuring me as it was
After struggling for semesters, I finally realized that I wasn 't meant to be an engineer. So instead of chasing a dream that wasn 't meant to be and at the same time spending so much time and my parent 's money, I decided
The day before the hero started high school he started to feel the part of the refusal of the call because he did not feel like he was ready. He felt scared and nervous because of all of the people in the school. He did not think that he was ready because he felt insecure. The heroes parents helped to serve as a guide and mentor because the hero started to doubt that this was his journey. Although his parents kept the hero on track he still had doubts in his mind that this was not his journey.
I felt lonely. I really wanted daddy 's attention. I knew it was a bit extreme, but i felt like he would not have paid attention to me any other way. I was upset and angry. I thought he cared more about the game then he did me, now I guess I know that is not true.
I always thought that I was “too awkward” and that I wouldn’t be able to “fit in.” Keeping to myself and to a few friends would be the best option for me. Or so I thought. Over the years, I had let many opportunities pass in fear of being different. My choices left me with regret to the point that all I can think about is how I should’ve said yes.
I wanted to move on like nothing had happened but I knew deep in my heart that I was not prepared for my senior year. For a good time after the decision to repeat my junior year, I looked at it as a failure. I hold myself to high standards and I could I not believe that I would have this “blemish” on my record. I was angry at myself for even being depressed in the first place and I felt like I had failed the basic requirements of being a human being. I held this sentiment for a long time and what helped me changed my mentality was seeing myself successful and happy at
School, for me, is probably where it all began because I was constantly forgetting to do homework as a kid, which of course led to me getting in trouble and getting bad grades, which I really didn’t want.. Getting in trouble over something that I could so easily have done made me feel the need to work twice as hard to remember to finish and turn in all of my homework on time. I’m usually also pretty good at school work, but by losing and/or never turning it in I could’ve run the risk of being held back because it may have seemed like I wasn’t understanding the classes when I actually was. That brings up another reason I need to become more organized, my mom would have been extremely mad if I’d been held back because I wasn’t turning in my homework, and that was probably much scarier to me at the time then actually being held back. The second group that helped influence this trait is very directly related to the influence that my school had on me, my peers.
One challenge I have persisted through is my father's substance abuse and how it effected me. Growing up, I watched as my alcoholic father turned abusive. Eventually, after years of witnessing domestic violence and fearing for my life, my father was incarcerated. Although I thought he was gone for good, he returned from prison after a few years. However, I was convinced that he was changed.
This elder man told me today "how this world is I may only be alive for 2 more days". That's sad! I wish more people were leaders than they are followers. In today's world a lot of things and people are getting worse and worse which is going to lead to another war. America vs America!
Growing up in America as a Chinese immigrant, I was puzzled about my identity for quite some time. Was I Chinese, Chinese American, or a Chinese in America? Never had I thought the arrangements between two or three words can be so controversial and disconcert. My life was an empty canvas, depressed and uncommitted. It was tough to not have the same type of name as most of my peers, it was tough to learn English, and it was tough to live with an absence of a true identity.