With all the six years I’ve been at GCU I never had a counselor who never told me they couldn’t help. On top of the lack of assistance from her she really didn’t give me good advice. She wanted me to drop my new class and owe. I told her that was not what I was wanting to do but for her to assist me with informing my instructor,so that they all know what I was going through at the moment. I was upset with the lack of assist from my counselor at a time of need.
At Spartanburg high, there is a zero tolerance policy no cursing or fighting as well as getting in school suspension for talking back or defiance of a teacher. Lastly I learned to be responsible for asking for help. Asking for help when I needed it was hard for me whether it was work or a lesson I did not understand. I am a shy person always has been always will be, I used to avoid asking teachers anything when I needed help. I did not want to seem like I was not smart or I wanted help but I was too afraid to ask.
When you’re young no one listens. At least no one listened to me. My teachers saw my lack of interest in pre-algebra to be a sign of disinterest in school as a whole. Parent-teacher conferences, taking away recess, and not even detention could fix the laziness inside of me for things like pre-algebra. All they saw was lost potential; to them I was a bright little girl with no motivation.
These stereotypical thoughts and sayings, started to come to life. People started to take these stereotypical sentences, and punish the people who were saying them, making the situation at hand worse. The parents were shunned upon by the community for not taking care of their children as well as socially profiled. Many of these parents and kids had finally lost all hope in their generation and ended up not caring about what their kids were doing or how they were doing in school, and just let the discrimination come
When I was in elementary school, the thought of going to middle school had excited me, but little did I know that with a lot of excitement and happiness came pain and anguish. Being very young, I had never had any experiences with bullying or even depression, but throughout my three years, I had experienced both. When I left elementary school, I had the mindset that no matter how rude someone was towards you, you have to suck it up and still stay true to yourself. No matter what happened do not ever stoop down to their level and do not ever change who you are. I was eleven years old when I entered sixth grade at Lawrence Middle School.
If I’m being completely honest, middle school helped me become the person I am today. It was a hard time for me to talk to new people because I felt that everyone would stare at my acne or at my mustache. People avoided me, so in turn, I avoided them. I stuck with my two friends for the longest time and learned to be quiet. I kept missing out on amazing opportunities, and I knew that I had to do something or else I would never get the chance to be successful.
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
Everything we did that school year was “for the kids”. At the time I did not realize that statement would end up being the very words that kept me going in my lowest of times. I had been battling severe anxiety for a very long time before this. I had trouble socializing and speaking up in school. I abhorred class presentations and reading in front of the class.
I’ve interviewed a lot of people that I know that have dropped out of southwest. Many of them told me that they couldn’t work, and go to school full time. So they dropped they classes, and worked full time. See a lot of people are ashamed of going to college, and dropping out because they don’t want to be talked about. Some students have car problems, and it’s hard for them to get to class on time.
My only true knowledge of how life changing moving could be was seeing other people come and go in my school district for nine years. I saw that the people that left were forgotten about after a period of time, and for the new people that moved in, it was a struggle for them to find friends, and adapt to their new school. Upon hearing that I was going to move, I was worried
My grades suffered due to that fact. I always did well during testing, I just felt no motivation to do homework. I went to musician’s workshop when I started high school and developed more culture. High school was okay for the 2 years, my grades were average. Unfortunately, after my sophomore year ended, I started moving around due to various circumstances, such as a parents divorce and my childhood home going into foreclosure.
When I was in seventh grade my grades were struggling because I was immature and never did or turned in my homework. This was partially the result of my age. I am a year younger than most of the rest of my class. My parents, teachers, and administrator got together and discussed the benefits of holding me back to redo the seventh grade. I wasn 't fond of the idea, mostly because all of my friends would be moving on without me.
Words Can Hurt Bombarded by the bullies and lies, it all started in 6th grade by being called a “slut” from my so called friends. I would go home after school to be put down once again, I was “dumb” according to my family. By then I had no faith in myself and the world came crashing down on me. I was getting D’s and F’s in school. I would go home and lock myself in my room trying to get away fro the name calling but that didn’t help.
I was accepted to SHC; I was not prepared coming from small school with about 200 people. Transitioning into a school where that was only have the freshman class was a hard concept for me to comprehend. I began school and I fell behind fast my grades plummeted I was left feeling stupid. I worked incredible hard and soon my grades would come up discerning slow. As I got more comforta ble I was able to advocate for myself and seek help when I needed I began taking my test with my counselors.