My childhood was lost because of this, but since coming out a new world has opened. When I started my freshman year of high school I was quiet, extremely introverted, depressed, and always anxious. I didn’t how to make friends, I had no friends, and I was at a new school. My world was turned upside down, but for the first time in my life, I could be who I wanted to be, which was myself. I didn’t want to trapped inside myself anymore and didn’t want to be afraid of what the world could do to me.
While I do not consider it a failure now at the time I was definitely frustrated with myself and considered it a failure. When I had to repeat my junior year I was mad at myself for not be able to complete the school year. As time went on I was able to focus on the positives in the situation and I was able to finally accept that I was not prepared for my senior year both emotionally and academically considering I missed so much school. If I did continue on to senior year I would not have been close to prepared as I am now for college. I ended up repeating my junior year due to the fact that I missed close to two-thirds of school due to a medical condition.
Living their home country just so my siblings and I could get a better education and better life. As we all know, life in America is not that easy when you are newbies. As an 11 years old kid, I wouldn't know what to do or how to help my parents when they are going through a tough time. All I do was go to school, come home, and do some reading. Besides, school wasn't that easy for me because I didn't know English and I couldn't communicate with the people around me nor the teachers.
As a freshman, I thought this was out of reach for me and pointless to work toward so I decided to put NHS out of my sight. I did not realize my potential as a young scholar; in doing so, I set myself back academically. My priorities were set on understanding the hectic schedule instead of the vigorous goals that I have now. As a fourteen year-old in freshman year, my standards were set lower for myself since I was unorganized and lost majority of the time. I lacked skills in time-management and multitasking; skills which I practiced and perfected through my school’s use of the modular schedule.
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.
Also I saw the difficulty that my parents were having for not going to college or having a low level of education. 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.
The second to last day of middle school my 8th grade english teacher, Mr. Kalbach, went around the room, and told my peers how he saw them change, grow, and learn throughout the school year. He saved me for last, I did not find it awkward since I was the last one sitting in his rotation. When Mr. Kalbach got to me he said, “Ramses, I wish I was more like you in High School,” I felt overwhelmed when he said that obviously, but at the time I did not realize how much that statement meant. The next day was 8th grade graduation; I walked up on stage to receive the award for third place class ranking. The other 300 students in my class most likely felt envious towards me, but I was secretly enraged at my friend April who won first place.
A classroom at Mill Creek Elementary was specifically designed for those who were having a hard time speaking. They call it: Speech. At least, that is what my parents called it. I did not like being pulled out of class just to go to this one thing I could care less about. "I do not want to go to Speech today," I whined to my parents.
You never know how a child/teen will act during a real life situation. This could end up being very dangerous. Her brother stated in the interview that she was physically safe, even though he did not seem worried about her safety on the trip. In conclusion my opinion is clear. Life is too important to waste it on some stunt for fame.
Either way, that stereotype doesn't help. Going back to my childhood and family background, I was the first one to make a mess; I did not live up to my parents' expectations even if I can. I do well in school, sports, and music, but I just didn’t feel like doing more because I was so unmotivated. I don't really remember a lot of childhood stuff. Let's skip to the ones I remember: Everything got