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..
I barely got through geometry, and I thought that I wasn't going to survive. I failed tests and retook them for a better grade, I pushed myself and told myself to keep going no matter what. At the end of the year when finals came around I was still struggling. My teacher told me that I might have to stay another year. I was freaking out and didn’t know what to do.
Through the constant harassment from the player I realized that I had to take some course of action to prevent myself from falling victim to this for the rest of the year. I could not earn respect by playing soccer because I was not a starter for the team nor did the seniors support me, hence the situation I was in. I realize they may have been a better way to go about this but I felt hopeless and frustrated with all the continuous bullying that I could no longer stand it. Due to this whole semester of bullying from this player I had a strong sense of dissent towards the players on team not allowing me to have a team bond that I experienced before this year. I hindered greatly from having confidence of myself which ultimately led me to have a indifferent beginning to my high school career.
My gpa was fine but my PSAT scores were slightly lower than the requirement. The good thing about the program was that even if you didn’t meet the requirements they would still consider you for the spot. Excitement could not describe exactly how I felt when I heard that exception. I thought, “Maybe I had a chance! Maybe I could show them I had potential”.
I can still remember my teacher’s exact words, “stand up!” she shouted. She pulled me to the front of the class and whipped me across the hand with her ruler then sent me to the back of the class with my arms extended above my head. I felt so humiliated and ashamed and began crying There was another
Returning to school is one of the most life changing things I have ever done for myself. After high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Therefore, for a year and a half I stumbled through life trying to figure out what to do. How was I supposed to get a job if I did not have any experience? Luckily, I managed to land a job as a camp counselor, but something was still missing.
Last year, my junior year, was exciting for me because back then I knew that I was literally one year away from being a senior, but I also faced some very difficult challenges. One of the biggest challenges that I had faced last year was being kicked out of my first high school, Villa Angela- St. Joseph, for reasons that I feft were not as serious as the things other people were doing, but in reality, it was not about anyone else, it was about me. I was in trouble. I had to accept and own up to the responsibility and consequences of my actions. Although I had some pretty hard setbacks, I did have great times as well.
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
In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.
From the start of middle school to the first day of ninth grade I was lost, fearful of going and doing different things or anything that was outside of my “norm.” Even just the thought of leaving that comfort zone forced my thoughts down a dim path of self-deprecation. The last few years that I continued to do homeschool were the worst. As I grew older i started wanting conversations and company outside of my family and myself. I began to feel a crushing force of stagnation. It felt like I wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything, the idea of being stuck in one place not moving was like I was trapped in quick sand.