Going home from school, I got jealous of my friends that got picked up by their parents. My friends’ parents would always tutor their kids the school materials after school, except for my parents. I never accept that my parents are too busy working, but actually they worked from morning until late at night. I rarely got to spend time with them, my grandmother is the one who took care of me most of the time and that’s why I feel so grateful towards her all the time..
Also that they could be hurting someone from the inside really badly. The form of discrimination that I have seen is that not including someone in a group because of how “smart” they are. This usually ends up happening when the teacher says “you guys can pick your own groups.” As soon as those seven words are said students (even myself) start making eye contact with the people we want to be with but then their are always a couple of student who are left out. That don’t have a group to work with. But then when they start asking people if they can join their group there's always this talk between the rest of this group “ why does he/she have to be in our group he/she are so dumb they fail on everything” (which I myself don’t say).
Yes, I did make friends or I did become a better player, but I also learned how to become more confident about myself. For example, when you are in an environment with no one that you know, what do you do? Well you’re first reaction is probably to confine yourself, but then you might think, “oh I really could try to make some friends.” This is an exact representation of how I felt the first day of softball practice, better known as torture. None of the girls knew me, therefore I did not know any of them. I was feeling my anxiety level rising, my whole body getting weak, and the thought of wanting to cry was to its max.
I thought school was kinda’ fun and I enjoyed playing with my friends at recess. My life was normal. But one day after school my Dad called us all into the family room. My Dad was usually one to always be happy and not one to easily show defeat, but that day he looked sort of dejected as we all sat down
I thought that everything would be over and that I would still be best friends with my friends when high school ended. We even planned us moving to California together and just live life. Then it hit me, how am I going to live in a really nice place or have a decent job if I cannot even get an A in any class. I reflected my life and realized that it was not good. The way that I was going I was not going to get anywhere in life.
Asaam The North Eastern part of India has always been represented as an exotic land and the writers who have represented this part of India have shown biased attitude. If the East was configured by the Orientalististsas stereotypical and exotic, than India’s North- East has suffered the same fate. If the orientalistsrepresented the East as Exotic (in this case the waster orientalists) then the mainland of Indian treated the North- East with neglect and disdain. Apart from a few benevolent and understanding souls, India’s North East has not received any sympathy from the center. The North East has not only been neglect, it has also been configured as an “Imagined Community” (a term used by Benedict Anderson).
I try not to get too close to friends in high school because you never know if they will stick with you or they end of leaving. Sometime you can get too busy with your work or job and school that you don’t really have time with your friends. Once I found out who my real friends are I felt a lot better because I knew that I could count on them. Yeah, we all have those
My second day of school was entirely different, I was able to understand that that place was my school, those adults were my teachers and those children were my friends who only were frightened same I was and made the teachers anxious to make us calm. Even now I remember my first day of school which will remain forever in my memory. It is always fun to talk about it now, but it was not at the time I was four years
I spent my life like this up until my freshman year of highschool; of course, I had made some friends, but I still didn’t like to talk to people I didn’t know all too much about. Two of my friends changed this during my freshman year, they were the opposite of me and were incredibly social. Because of how