What Are Mistaken Perceptions Affect My Personal Identity?

Maybe this whole time I was wrong? Have I just been beating myself up for past events that took place in my life that I perceived to be the results of the shortcomings of others or their mischievous acts? Regardless of the answer to these questions, the things that happened in my life seemed to have had a negative bearing on my confidence, my self-esteem, and my self-worth. It is not difficult to point who have shaped this concept that has consumed my being. Perhaps it was my eighth grade math teacher who used to call me to the board when she knew well that I could not solve that problem? Or was it my seventh grade Spanish teacher who asked me to explain my presentation in Spanish when she was confident that I would make a fool out of myself? No, I am convinced it was my tenth grade Geometry teacher, whose red pens used to bleed on my paper. In retrospect, perhaps none of the people mentioned above were great contributors to how I have felt for so long. These were long term mistaken perceptions. On the contrary, all the evidence points to this culprit who began to harass me from my early school years. It is through the process of writing this essay, I was able to find the distinct missing puzzle, as she began to reveal her true identity. I

I had a difficult time adjusting to the criteria and teaching styles of my teachers. It reached the point that my teachers would call, email, or request for parent teacher conferences because of their concerns and will to help. Overtime it became a yearly pattern from which my parents and I were exhausted. Having to see the looks on my parents filled with alarms, the feeling of vulnerability towards their worries, along with the pressure of teachers and parents counting on me to improve was all hidden behind an amiable smile. When in reality I felt, scholarly unwise, I was beneath the people who filled the seats every day in my classes. This was when the bully was