Narrative Essay On Community College

Hi, I’m Suzzana, I think you know that by now. I’m currently attending Camden County College. I am transferring because as you might know, most community colleges are two year schools. Community College has been great for me. I was never achievement orientated when I was in grade school. I was enrolled in an alternative school since the 8th grade. I was behind in my academics, but I would like to say I compensate in life experience. When I was younger around the age of 9 I was bullied a lot. I was chubby and I increasingly gained weight at that time. My influx of weight was the baggage of my emotions and my families struggles. My parents divorced when I was 10, my mom was escorted out by police. I only had my dad for a year. Then, I had missed
almost 80 days of school. My dad never came home and my brother moved in with his girlfriend. I was left by myself often. I became depressed but my anger became uncontrollable. I no longer had the life I was once used to. I lost my house, my pets, and my happiness. In the year of 2008, I had moved into one bedroom apartment with my mom and my brother. Although I loved my mom, I felt both my parents had neglected me. I was angry and I was forced to go to therapy. I refused to speak until I was confronted with an incredible amount of questions from a therapist. I thought she was intrusive and not understanding me. Then, I had an outburst. The emotions that had been residing within me had let loose into a terrible destructive storm. On that very night, I was forced to go to the hospital. It was only two weeks after my birthday, I was then hospitalized in Beth Israel Hospital. Staying in a mental institution seemed unbearable and I craved comfort. Those nights I felt alone and I cried a lot. After the first time of being hospitalized, it became a regular thing. I was hospitalized in Bergen Regional four times before I moved when I was 12. My mom and I moved to Sicklerville, New Jersey. When I lived here I had many services. I started attending Brookfield elementary. It was a tiny school, and I felt ok being there. I was struggling at home more so than at school. I was in outpatient at Princeton house for some time. I wasn’t there for too long, we had group and individual therapy in the morning. Then later in the afternoon we had schoolwork. I don’t remember why I was admitted, but I had another hospitalization when I was 13. This time wasn’t like the others, I was there for almost two months.
I then went into a group home called Rainbow of Hope. I don’t think I had much hope at that time. I spent 11 months in Rainbow of Hope, then I went to therapeutic foster care. I went to Ms. Patrice’s house. I hated her, she was a despicable human being. I then admitted myself into the hospital because it was better than being with her. I waited a month in Friends hospital in Philadelphia. I had gone to live with Mr. and Mrs. Rowe and their two sons. I liked them but I felt they betrayed me. They made me leave their home and told me that when I was in school. I was devastated but then I was moved to Ms. Linda’s. She was so kind to me, it was refreshing. But due to my behavior and being moved so often. I was forced into another group home, Stepping Stones. Finally, on February 13, 2013 I went home to my mom. Currently, I’m stable and have been for the past two years. I still struggle with depression and anxiety. I am taking steps towards my future. I plan to help people like me. I don’t have time for the what ifs and what could’ve been anymore. I am happy with the progress I have made. I am not defined only by my past but my future. I aspire to understand people like me but other struggles as
well.