In isolation, he felt lonely and scared for three and a half years, and left the comminity in his early 20’s after he realized that he didn’t belong. When he was in college, he made a documentary about growing up in JPUSA, with many stories similar to his own from others. Chapter 1: JPUSA was run in a manner similar to the US government. A function
Now most people would be nervous of moving to a new school, but all we had to do was move through new hallways since our middle and high school are connected. Freshman year was probably the hardest year I've had looking back at it now and shaped me to be who I am today. Back in 2013 my grandpa had passed away from a rare form of lung cancer and my Mina (grandma) was suffering on and off from it, having no one to take care of her my mom would stay at her house 5 to 6 days out of the week and she would go there right after work. I would hardly see my mom except in the mornings before school and by than she would be sleeping after driving home from Danbury at 5am. My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home.
My Collapse and Restitution When people see me walking through the halls of school, or walking down the street they may see me as an underachiever, or even a slacker; if they had seen me last year or the year before perhaps they would have been right. My Freshman and Sophomore year I struggled to pass many of my classes. I had begun to give up on anything school related for the purpose of "enjoying my youth while I still could". Back in November of my Freshman year my Uncle Gary passed away suddenly of a heart attack which made me begin to realize the importance of living a full life and doing what is important to you. To tell the truth, I despise the idea of becoming someone who works in an office for the entirety of their life in a dead
I know how it feels to be left out, and let me tell you, it’s not fun. This year, I have been working my hardest to be someone others can lean on. My main goal right now is to be a friend to everyone. Sometimes, it’s hard to go and talk to the new girl or sit by the boy on the end of the table, because we fear that others will judge us for it, but in reality, that is far from true. When people see that you are kind and caring, they will begin to look up to you.
Every student starting middle school has a conflict in making new friends the first days of school. Me myself also had problems making new friends because I was very shy. Fortunately I had one of my friends from elementary school. Although I'd love to tell you the way I made friends I changed over the year to survive middle school. Overall I was a good student in elementary, but I had many flaws and I still do.
Melinda in Speak suffers during her freshman year of high school, when she gets raped by a senior at her school. She is terrified of telling anyone and whishes it never happened, as seen in the book "Anything to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head too?" (Anderson, 165). In The Odyssey Odysseus had been trapped on Calypso's island for years, and was forced to lay with Calypso, as seen in the reading, "Though he fought shy of her and her desire, he lay with her each night, for she compelled him."
I enrolled in college not knowing what exactly to expect and with many doubts but by taking that gigantic leap out of my comfort zone, my life has changed drastically. In high school, I was never the type of student to strive for A’s or to be on the honor roll. My siblings were the ones who did great in school with minimum effort but I struggled and often became discouraged.I remember vividly telling my mother I was going to drop out in the ninth grade. I thought I would be stuck at a warehouse job but now I have goals and dreams, all because I took one
He started telling me how he would move houses and schools but he also told me how he missed his sister and hadn’t seen her in almost a year. That’s when I decided to ask him why. “It is quite simple you see, I’m a foster kid” he replied. “What does that mean, a foster kid?” I asked “Being a foster kid is the worst thing ever, you get bounced around from house to house always getting abused and the worst part is that you are never good enough to stay at one place, I mean I was never even good enough to stay with my own parents that they decided to leave my sister and I alone.” “That is not true I’m sure your parents love you maybe they had their reasons” I replied attempting to make eye contact with him but he was too distracted looking at the floor. “What reason is good enough for someone to leave their kids” he replies in a monotone voice.
7th grade was particularly harsh in that I lost my only friend to suicide. At that point I had no real reason to stay at the school so I attempted to get home schooled but couldn’t. So in 8th grade I left regular school and started attending cyber academy. It was difficult at first not knowing anybody but it didn’t bother me too much. Eventually I ended up meeting a few friends which are still my
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.
For twenty two minus eighteen years I have been retrying my first shot a college. Much to my distress and misery, I will never catch what the kids in my neighborhood coined the juice. The juice in this since is motivation, determination, drive, and bloodlust. I have come to the inhumane loss of hope, the end of a candidacy. I am on my last chance to prove to myself I am not a failure.