I told him it was terrible, I was the only one of my friends that didn’t get a helmet. He asked if I had worked as hard as I could during the preseason, and I couldn’t come up with an answer. I went to my room and cried that day. I felt like the world was ending because I was worse at my favorite thing in the world than my friends were. Once I settled down, I told myself I wasn’t going to be discouraged anymore.
Why I describe that period time as a torture? The reason was I suffered school-bulling and teasing in the first month. At that time, my English was very poor, so I can barely write a few short paragraphs and read some short article. Also, I was shy, and very scared to talk to people. That was the first month in my high school, in a Language and Arts class.
He comes the school only for one day a year and then stops attending. Since Scout does not like school, she does not want to come to school too. Atticus tells her that the law demands that she go to school. Chapter 4 The rest of the school year passes poorly for Scout, who constantly feel frustrated due to slow curriculum. The next summer Dill has returned to Maycomb.
Anxiety: A feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. That word was very prominent when I got accepted to the NCIBA honor band my 7th grade year. I was one of the most apprehensive times of my life, partly because I was extremely under prepared. Wednesday, I never liked Wednesdays during school. Less time in study hall, less time in P.E.
I was taken to the emergency room and I didn't leave until 5 o'clock the next morning. My hopes of making varsity as a sophomore were crushed that day. My symptoms were fairly severe, I had trouble walking, and reading of any kind gave me massive headaches. I was very sad that all of my hard work was amounted to nothing because of one stupid injury. Recovery was tough.
I learned this from one failure I experienced which I would never want to repeat again. The last year of my stay in the United States, I became depressed. I did not have friends that I could laugh heartily with. I did not do well in my classes. Although I pushed myself to do so, I did not want to go to school.
I was discriminated, teased, and treated wrong for being an Asian who did not speak English. When I was a ninth grade student, I was awarded from my high school for earning good grades. When I brought it back home and showed it to my parents, they did not know what it was and I found it in a recycle bin the next day. I started to lose my motive for studying and began to hate school. My grades dropped significantly for years.
One of the things that has been a struggle for me over the years is the slowness of my reading and the process of absorbing written materials. I was always a bad speller and had a very low self esteem on my academic abilities. Eventually, I came to realize that I must have some sort of reading disability, inherited from my mother who struggled as well with the same issues. When I was in elementary and secondary school nobody ever talked about these kinds of disabilities and I was ridiculed many times from many teachers for not trying hard enough. I was labeled as not living up to my potential, as teachers could tell that I was bright, but couldn 't seem to come up with better grades.
Therefore, I was uninspired in all my classes which translated to poor grades. Every quarter, the parent and teacher meetings focused on my weak cognitive abilities. My teachers failed to notice an innate leadership and teamwork quality displayed on the playground or during free time. Ironically, employers look for these qualifications in their candidates.
I was in shock, denial, and most of all, fear. Fear could not even begin to decribe how I felt. I was sixteen years old and halfway through my junior year of high school. What am I supposed to do? I felt extremely excluded and ostracized by everyone.
I was obtaining C’s for my poorly written essay’s (which was a blow to my ego) in my English class. I was unable to fully comprehend the math material being presented online. I had no fight left in me. The state of exhaustion I was feeling had me circling the drain. At this point, I knew I had to let something go, I knew I had to drop Math 14.
However, what I predicted was the opposite of what would happen. On my first day of school I could not find peace at mind, classes seemed stressful and people were not sociable or even friendly in my opinion. The procedures at the Texas school were different and I had the worst time adjusting to it. I could not even find anyone to have a deep conversation about who I am.
My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.I realize now why they moved us here.
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.