At first the reason why I couldn’t stop playing was because of its fun factor. The idea of losing weight didn’t develop until later. After the first month of playing I lost around seven pounds. Losing those seven pounds brought a change in the way people in my environment treated me. I started receiving compliments from family members and from peers at school.
I ended up being diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression and was put on medication, which put doubt on myself. Wondering why would I want to figure out something to do with my life when I am not even happy. So which ended up happening was my grades were bad, I wasnt trying the hardest I could and I thought I could slide right through my freshman year. Well I was wrong. I was not making the best choice with my friends at this time either.
At first I started off taking 1 or 2 classes per semester, but outside interference had me gradually upping the classes. Between work, a lack of motivation due to not having any idea of what I wanted out of life carved out, and pressure from family, I found myself not prepared for these classes. This is what you will see as you look up and down my transcript and see W's and WF's. You will see the unachieved goals, the times I thought I was an angel, the times I dreamt of being perfect. At the time of writing this paper I am 23 years old.
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
Dr. Moorer states, "Like many of us, I thought I could fix my own problems." My academic achievement led me to believe I was smart enough for the streets. I loss what I learned and worked hard for and found myself in another foster home. I was confused and delusional to believe I could handle both school and the streets. I missed school, my grades declined and I lost interest.
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.
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.
The year and a half I spent after high school wondering what I should do with my life was a pretty low point in my life. I was confused and most of the time thought poorly of myself. College has helped re-invigorate me and helped me see my self-worth again. Going to class and seeing myself succeed made me feel better than I had in quite a while. Then finding a career that I am excited about has helped me be eager for what the future holds.
In the beginning, Leo is put in a special class because he’s “slower than the rest.” He had no friends and he saw no way to be happy. In paragraph number 5 in of Slower Than the Rest it says “Leo had been separated from the rest of his classmates and placed in a room with other children who were as slow he. Leo thought he’d never get over it. He saw no way to be happy but Charlie took care of Leo’s happiness”. Also in paragraph 5 it says”Leo was slow in reading, slow in numbers,slow in understanding nearly everything that passed before him in class.
When I was eleven years old I received some of the most exciting news. I was named one of the drummers that made it in the 5th grade honor band. When I walked into the Lincoln band room, Mrs.Bell our old, short brown-haired teacher came up to me and said, “Congratulations! You are one the drummers that made it into the Iowa Honor Band!” My face got all red and I didn’t know what to say. All through out band it was the only thing I could think about.
That all changed though on one fateful day in November. I was in the 7th grade with a junior high director that had made band the most boring and drawn out part of my day. It didn 't like band was ever going to be fun for me, That is, until the day of All-Region tryouts. We had been working a little bit on our music and I had practiced a little, but not very much. Since band wasn 't that fun for me it wasn 't one of my man priorities at that time.
I 've always been told that life will knock you down, but it 's getting back up that shows your true character. My whole life has been a series of ups and downs. As a child I always struggled in school. I never got horrible grades, but I certainly wasn 't the best student. After trying for many years to get better grades with little to no success, I gave up on trying and just accepted whatever grade I ended up with.
“Perhaps my skills are simply not up to par, maybe the coach noticed my weak performance, what if he just didn’t like me?” is all I thought the few days after his decision. Regret and anger followed my every move, and it was sickening. I needed to move on from the tryout, but more importantly, I needed to feel right about myself