or other profitable employments). My parents wanted what was best for me and my brother. As I was getting older, the amount of school work got more challenging. A few months later, some oppressors began to call me ugly or dumb or both. I lost interest in school so much so that I just wanted to stay at home every single day. A few years passed by, and by the time I was 9 years old, my mindset changed. What triggered this enlightenment was not just my surroundings but the realization that I couldn’t just give up on this life. There was more to it than pretentious and domineering rascals and bad grades. Giving up wouldn’t make me stronger; it would only show that I was weak. I realized that amid all the unfortunate things that make up life, there are an equal or greater amount of comfort, joy and …show more content…
That’s when I ultimately fell in love with school and with learning. I steadily began to enjoy doing research papers and countless hours of studying became fun. My yearning to read books and the enjoyment I felt upon reading them broadened my perspective and emblazed me with new stories of love, loss, and life. Freshmen year, I knew I wanted to be active in my school-to be involved, and thus, I did. I got close to the guidance counselor and director and other faculty members. The following year I received my schedule and I had two Advanced Placement Honors classes which were AP United States History & AP Language and Composition. I was mind-blown and extremely astonished. A couple weeks passed, and I knew I had to put in my all. Every day I spent hours studying and some days I only got five hours of