If you knew me in the sixth grade you would have loved me. I was extremely popular but not for sports or anything cool i was just extremely bad. Everyone found my behavior funny. I wanted to keep everyone laughing and keep building my reputation because wanted to be known by everyone. I hated the things that did but i never forgot to love myself. Well, to start off anything i wasn't good with being in class quietly i was always making people laugh and disrupting the class. I truly hated sitting and being lectured so i'd do something to be put out. For example, I was reading a book outside of the class and for no reason i just took the book and threw it back into the classroom. I was i problem starter and i was always in trouble and i knew doing that would lead me nowhere but in a suspension. But i wanted my reputation higher so continued the terrible things i did. …show more content…
Sometimes i'd cuss at him and be put out. I got so bad that i was put in half a days so everyday i'd get out at 12 o’clock even when they had full days of school. i'd only got my 4 ore classes and then i'd have to leave for the day. You don't know how ashamed my mom was of me. I wasn't realizing that i was going to be disowned until my family started to tell me my wrongs because my mom did not have to take care of me it was a choice. I had his friend Rafael and we were always in trouble together he kinda started to get me that way because he was popular. Whenever i was in the office he was in the office. We would always get in trouble together. He was one of the people i got popular off of. There was this kid he was a built pretty heavy he'd always try to bully me. he was white and loved to wear the brand DC. One day Me, Rafael, and Dakota were in the hallway. Dakota walked up to me and something like “you're built like a stick’’. I said ‘‘what’’and turned around and he said what are you gonna do and he got in my face and said ‘hit me’ and patted the side of his face. I hesitated by looking to my side where Rafael was. I cocked back as far as i could and put all my weight into that one punch. I went down to lunch and was later pulled out and i seen Dakota's’ face and he was sitting with ice on his face the whole right side of his face was swollen purple blue and red but the were faint nothing bold. I was suspended for at least 5 to 9 days. My reputation with friends rocketed and with my family it plummeted. As soon as i came back i was suspended for insubordination I hated who i was but i wasn't gonna let in body punk me so my reputation wouldn't fall i was one of the most known in the school and i wasn't gonna let that change anytime soon. How i said i wasn't gonna be punked by anyone. This boy Shiloh tried to bully me and i wasn't having it. He was tall and skinny maybe about 6 foot tall. Dark skinned with short hair. I was about like 5 foot 1 at the time but no one was gonna bully me i never allowed it. He pushed me when i was around my friends and he didn't think i would push him back. He caught me off guard so he pushed me pretty far i landed into the walls and my boys looked at me like you better get him. so i moved from that wall and got ready to swing i didn't swing because i didn't want to be suspended but he pushed me and i pushed him back. This went on until the principal came up to me and grabbed him and told him to go to the office because she saw him pushing me. Soon after me and my crew i was with went inside upstairs to our classes. My boy Jeremih said “Bro i was gettin ready for em to swing so i could just off em”. A week past the day spring break started i was pulled to the office and suspended for 10 days for bullying and fighting. Eighth grade came pretty quick i could barely remember 7th grade but the good memoriesneed for myself. .
Around the beginning of my school year i told myself i gotta cut it out this is going to be my best year. I needed to straighten up my ways because i needed a good high school. I graduated from middle school scared. I wanted to stay in eighth grade i wasn't really sure if i did good enough. I did good all 8th grade i didn't get suspended but i still managed to be loved and known by everyone. Id slip up a few times and get in trouble but it was never anything serious. I was always on top of my game when it came to school. I wouldn't slip up if anyone paid me too. College education could get me more money than someone paying me could. The year was over and i started doubting that i was going to accepted into EK i went to sleep terrified and woke up unsure. As soon as june 19th popped up I was the first person in the mailbox i had to see if i got in. Before I opened up that letter I prayed. I opened the paper and it said “ Come august 25th for enrollment”. I sat down in shock smiling i was happy. And that's what got me here to this day. I hope to keep my life good. That's all i needed for
myself.
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
I felt like my parents thought I was so stupid because i didn’t get in. Day after day, I kept asking myself, “What did i do wrong?”. Everyday i thought, maybe i shouldn't even be in eighth grade because i was supposed to be in seventh grade because i was born in 2002. I felt to stupid and dumb that i just kept thinking that over and over again. When people mentioned SHC at all i would start to tear up. Or when people asked me if i got in or not. I tried all the time to not bawl my eyes out in front of them. I got into Mercy but I didn't really care about that school. I had a friend that is a sophomore now and I think that she told me that she was waitlisted and got in and that gave me a little bit more hope. I was so ready to just go to Wallenburg even though I completely hated that school so much. I just wanted to push on and keep going just Like Odysseus. Even though he had lost everyone and his hope, he still kept pushing on and didn’t give up because he was still determined to reach his goal to get back home to his wife. My goal was to eventually somehow go to SHC.
I began to look at college as a fresh start of life. I had the opportunity to change anything I want about myself. However, the day before leaving, I wanted to change my mind, I no longer wanted to leave everything that I have known for my entire life. But, I refused to show my new feelings because I knew it was a common feeling among other college bound freshman. After some tears and deep breathes, I realized I always wanted to go away to school and if I backed out, I would regret my decision for the rest of my life.
6th grade came and my friends and I were split up, and some of my friends were in the same hall as me. I was put into what the students called “the dumb hallway”, some people weren’t as smart as the other kids in a different hallway but, let’s get back on track. Begin called a “dumb kid” started a little of my depression. I didn’t do my homework unless, it was important and I didn’t do my classwork at the best of my ability. I used my phone to read a lot instead of paying attention
At one point I came to the conclusion that I’m either going to fail, go to summer school, or go to a school that I didn't want to attend. I felt so disappointed in myself because I knew that I could've done better. So then one day I told myself, “I can do this”. I then started to study more than I usually did, I turned in all of my missing work and my present work, and I also took an after school tutoring class
Halfway through my sophomore year, my mom ran into some financial troubles. We had no choice, but to move away from my high school, and move in with my grandparents. After we moved, she didn’t have a job for over a year. I really didn’t want to switch schools. I was comfortable at my school and with my friends. My mother was willing to let me continue going there, even after we moved. I drove 30 minutes, everyday so I could go to school. It wasn’t easy, but it’s been worth it. I had to get up even earlier, I
I consider myself to be a hard worker when I study and work, who honestly loves school. My favorite classes of 8th grade are honors geometry AB, Investigation and Science & IED. I love these classes because when I solve problems experiment it feels like it's a big puzzle that is in need to be put together and I'm a person who likes to figure things out. I believe that my interactions in these classes are to be a cooperative learner and I participate in the class or group discussions. A description of myself when I work is that I am a very fast learner, so when it comes to doing independent project or tests, I finish very fast so I have a really large amount of time to check over and fix simple mistakes. Although, when I am working with my peer
I spent much of my high school career researching colleges and universities. My mom and I traveled to well over 10 different colleges and universities in 4 different states trying to find the “perfect” school for me. By the end of my junior year of high school I had finally found the ideal school, or so I thought. The school was small, environmentally friendly, new, beautiful, diverse, and just happened to be located 1,000 miles away from home. Everyone at my small high school knew that I was going away to school and it was a huge deal because the majority of my classmates were going to in state schools. I traveled to the school multiple times for orientations, to meet my roommates, and to make sure it was the “perfect” school for me. Early May of my senior year of high school, right before graduation, I woke up with a feeling in my gut that this
High school is supposed to be a one more step closer to college; it’s supposed to be preparing you for the future right? Wrong. My experience in high school was very different; I never quite fit in with anyone, the “friends” that I thought that I had used me for money. Let’s just say when I was a freshman I had a friend whom I knew from grade school, her name was Meghan Lawrence and she was the kind of person who I really believed I could tell her anything and she would keep it to herself. Once again I was proven wrong, I developed a crush on a boy and she knew that I had a crush on him; one morning before class both he and she went to the corner store, she thought it would be funny to tell him all about my crush, which he tortured me with, playing with my emotions, made me feel like he might actually like me back.
When I had started school it was hard for me because I was new and shy so I didn’t make that much friends also I had been misbehaving at school. Since I had kept on misbehaving I had to change from school to school while visiting my therapist. I visit my therapist so I could stop misbehaving at school and also to stop misbehaving at home as well. While I was seeing my therapist I was starting to be not as bad as I was when I started school in North Carolina.
For a long time, my antisocial personality hindered me from venturing outside of my comfort zone, primarily in my community. Family members would praise my mother for raising quiet girls, though my gender role aligned shyness with vindictiveness. My peers thought I was stained with evil intent whenever I refused to participate in a mutual conversation. This determined the opportunities I aligned myself with throughout my secondary education.
As the end of my senior year in high school approached, I had to make an important decision. What school was I going to spend the next few years of my life at? When the financial aid packages arrived, I was torn between two colleges. After sitting down with my mother and discussing the advantages and disadvantages of both schools, I came to my final decision. It seemed like a year ago I was imagining what college life would be like and suddenly before my eyes, I would be a college student in a matter of four months.
This experience really impacted my life as well as a few of other of my friends who as well had done this with me. I value life a little more knowing my life isn’t as bad as I tend to complain at times about it. School has an very important spot in my life it gives me something I can escape to. When everything else in the world is going wrong I feel like my school is the reason why I keep being so determined. It has given me so many reasons why not to give up but to overcome these obstacles I face thinking I can't do this anymore.
I had allowed my very own insecurities and the words of someone else to keep me from fulfilling my dreams and from experiencing the possibilities that were ahead of me. I had shut down all of my plans without even giving them a shot! Soon after making this realization, I decided to recommit myself. I asked myself, “What’s the worst thing that can happen?” I definitely did not have the money or the grades at the time, but I refused to give up on myself. If things didn’t turn out how I wanted them to, at least, I could say that I never gave up on myself. I began to work on myself academically, spiritually and emotionally. First, after asking my school guidance counselor for assistance, I started taking online courses and spending all of my weekends studying and catching up on my school work, which had a great impact on my grades and GPA. Then, I began to faithfully attend my local church, where I made wonderful friends who got me out of my shell of insecurities. I also met church leaders who pushed me to be the best that I could be, not just for myself, but for God as well. Now, this definitely did not happen overnight, I spent a whole year fighting my way out of the dark miserable hole I was in, but with dedication, persistence, and God’s strength, I was able to persevere through it
Once I figured out that I wasn’t the good popular I tried to think of ways I had to become the bad type of popularity. It kept baffling me. I couldn’t stand not knowing why, so I tried to think back to see what I have done in my past to make people not like me.