The fear of going to school, and facing my classmates gave me panic attacks. To skip school, I made phony excuses such as pretending to have stomach aches. I stopped paying attention in my classes, and as a result, my grades dropped. Every time, my teacher picked on me to read in the class, I stuttered, and everyone laughed at me. Up to this day, I have glossophobia also known as speech anxiety. At the end of my grade school, I failed, and was not able to advance to fifth grade. My parents were disappointed in me. They had high hopes for me, and I shattered their…
Rest of the school year went like this; my peers would try to talk to me, and I would not say anything. I wanted to scream because I hated being the center of attention (I still do) and these people would just not leave me alone. Slowly, the attention died down but until 5th grade I was referred as the “New Girl,” which was amusing since I had been there for three years already.…
The truth? I was never comfortable in high school. From day one I got made fun of, for my red cheeks, or glasses, or the fact that I was the innocent little Christian boy at school. Honestly, I looked hilarious, (go look up my name on google images and look for number 9 on the football team), but I never looked to be made fun of. So that was it, I changed my looks thinking it would help but they kept going. I was called “gay” for my new style or “stupid” for trying to change. Any insult you can think of I was called. So you want to talk about being uncomfortable? I’m your guy. Sure I was made fun of but I learned to keep my head up, to stay strong even when it felt like everyone was out to get in the last laugh on my behalf.…
The most distinguishable ‘vision’ of America can be translated as the ‘American Dream’. Both Fitzgerald and Miller explored the ideas around this same vision at two different times in american history to examine the success of society and looking into detail of how valid the ‘American Dream’ is. The term itself was first used by James Truslow Adams in his 1931 book, The Epic of America. The American Dream is a national ethos of the United States, the set of ideals in which freedom includes the opportunity for prosperity and success, and an upward social mobility for the family and children, achieved through hard work in a society with few barriers. Fitzgerald’s ‘The Great Gatsby’ is the epitome of the hypocrisy behind the American Dream. Sarah Churchwell sees The Great Gatsby as a "cautionary tale of the decadent…
For the first 2 years of Highschool I would sit in class and do nothing but wait for time to pass. I would argue with the teachers and even fight with other students. I would constantly get D’s or even straight F’s every quarter.…
In different stages of life, no matter what the setting or the ethnicity is, humanity encounters similar experiences in life. As the time goes by, all the protagonists represent identical signs of maturing and exhibits empathy through family loyalty and overcoming certain obstacles. Each story contributes to the same universal themes. There are common universal themes connecting to different stories and convey similar messages .The unlike stories portray the diverse aspects of humanity where the readers can relate to.…
When Eddy meets his first person in heaven, the blue freakshow performer, he’s able to…
Once there was a time where there was a kid from Willacoochee, Georgia, that had great talent for baseball. He played left field, first base, and pitcher. His name was Conner Johnson ,he lived in a small town named Willacoochee, and going to the starting ninth grade. Conner was six feet tall and could four feet into the air. His first year, he played a excellent first game.…
My parents didn’t believe me, they thought that I was just making things up so I could miss school. I ended up getting mono and missing a month and a half of school. I feel so far behind that it was hard to even catch up, when I did get back to school finally I was going in on off hours and staying after to catch up on my work. The only teacher who wanted to help me was my math teacher. When I did ask for help my teacher told me that I was “stupid” in front of the whole class. I was embarrassed and felt like that shy little girl again who was afraid of the world and to talk to people. These teachers made me feel like I was worthless and that I wouldn’t go anywhere in life. That’s when I knew that I had to leave, if I didn’t I knew I would always seen in my brother’s shadow and not in my own light. Since I was little I have always been shy and never really spoke up or defended myself, but from that year in school I learned that it’s okay to defend yourself and I learned to speak up. I became someone who doesn’t let people walk all over her anymore and I became determined to prove everyone wrong about…
My elementary life is eventful and enjoyable. One vivid memory I had in my elementary years, specifically first grade, is vomiting every other day during school. This was not caused by bullying; it was caused by scheduling P.E right after lunch. Every lunch I would drink chocolate milk with my meal. After enduring a vigorous exercise in P.E, the entire grade would line up so they could go back to class and continue their learning. Before we would leave to go to class, that is when I would erupt my lunch onto the green carpet we ran on. One noticeable food item in my vomit was chocolate milk. After first grade, I had the desire to switch schools, not because I was tired of the school I was going to, but because I wanted to go to the public school my aunt taught at. Sadly, I was not able to go to that school, and I went to a different public school, one that was closer to home. After experiencing a couple months of the public school life, I wanted to return to the private school I had attended. I wanted to return because I was disinterested in what the teacher was teaching. I was disinterested because what the teacher had taught me I had already been taught in first grade. Since I was bored in…
Growing up, I was unalike from other kids, I was "imaginative". During class, I would always by myself, writing bizarre stories with preposterous characters and with an unpredictable plot, while the other kids were playing with their friends. Many of my classmates would be entertained by loony stories, while other kids thought that I was just some lonely nitwit writing absurd stories to make up for not having any friends. In that year I was relocated to a different school, which I didn't want to go because I didn't have any friends at the school, I was currently attending and it would be much more difficult to make new friends. In the following year, I was still that shy girl in the back of the classroom not interacting with anybody, but it…
Why fit in when you can stand out? Fitting in isn't unique, it's blending in with everyone around you. When you fit in you are like a blank page in the showing world. You want you and your animal to look professional and to look like a bright yet dark color on the blank page.…
I found out about five years ago that I have ADHD and take medication to control my ability to focus and complete tasks. This disability has directly contributed to my lack of self-esteem and feelings of worthlessness that I have struggled with my whole life. In school I was the student that could not sit still. I talked too much, I did not pay attention and I just could not stop myself from answering all the questions before the other students could. I was reading before I started school so I was always racing a head of the class if they were reading page nine, I was already on page eighteen the teachers could not keep my interest. The only thing that kept me from having a terrible experience in my school years was my personality. Most teachers loved me so I could get away with my distractive behaviors.…
Before I started playing football I had to get ready to go to weight training. I felt pretty nervous I didn't want to go because I felt like my stomach was twirling all I could think of was embarrassment I just wanted to stay home but my mom wouldn't let me. Later as I got there I noticed I had friends that were there I didn't want to walk in I was so nervous, I wanted to just walk out and leave but I decided to walk in anyways I saw most of my friends but they were screaming, yelling and talking.…
I started to feel so confused and didn’t know what to do, I never thought a girl like me would end up with no friends and feeling like she doesn’t belong, and feeling uncomfortable in a school environment and like she didn’t fit in at all with this particular crowd.…