A Lesson On Life And Love

Being so young I found myself changing in a negative way and acting different. My grades were dropping, I started hanging with

The first year of middle school was a year of transition into a new world. I would be going to a new school and enhance my life academically and on a social level. Looking back at that year isn’t so pleasant. My new self today, sucked in numerous amounts of life lessons that contradict the person I was in sixth grade. Sixth grade was all about fitting in for me. I just wanted to be part of a crowd and be known. I didn’t care about my academics at the moment. However, I was lucky enough to be educationally talented and not get to astray in the learning environment. Personally, sixth grade was too overloaded with drama and the drive to be high in the social rankings. If I traveled back to sixth grade, I’d sucker punch myself for getting

Students in the classroom come from a variety of backgrounds. Their lives are shaped by their families, their communities, but also their peers in school whom they will spend hours a day with throughout their educational career. The ability to form relationships with others, to create lasting friendships that grow and evolve with time, is detrimental to all children and their development. Lacking the ability to do so, whether it is directly because of their conditions or because of how other students perceive them, can dramatically harm them emotionally and mentally.

When I was a little girl, I would always dream of being those famous celebrities on television. But I did not grew a desire for that. As I grew more and experience more things in life, I start having a desire of being a pediatrician. I also have a desire to travel the world and live in Atlanta for the rest of my life.

Part 1: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never had a time where I have felt very isolated or very included in a school setting, well not a time that is particularly memorable. But, from talking to my friend, Caroline, she remembers her senior year of high school she was had a writing class and the majority kids in that class were the “cool/popular kids.” She recalls many instances where her teacher, Mrs. Upadhyay, would mock or make fun of the questions she would ask or the comments she would make in class. There was one instance where there were a group of popular boys in class and they were insanely chatty. Her teacher never asked them to stop talking but when Caroline turned to her partner to ask a question she was immediately called out. Another instance was when Mrs. Upadhyay was lecturing and a lightbulb went off in Caroline’s head. She thought she would say something that would really impress the class and help them understand the lecture. She raised her hand, when her teacher saw it instead of calling on her she chose to ignore her. Caroline thought it was okay though, she would wait until Mrs. Upadhyay was finished. Shortly there after, a popular boy raised his hand and she stopped her lecture to call on him. Caroline was completely appalled by this. She immediately cut off the

In the coming months, I began spending more time alone in the library and grassland thinking the “abstract”. It coincided with the start of high school. So, I had no one whom I would call “friend” at that time. When my peers used to talk about sports, girls and Facebook memes, I lacked any interest. I found it not only difficult to socialize, but to some degree unnecessary. Teenage conversations can be so much lame, juvenile and intellectually bereft. I hated small talks and discussions about people or events. In short, I did not fit there.

I wish I had had a friend while growing up, but I did that myself by not wanting any friends. I could have saved myself a lot of suffering simply by trying to fit in at school. I had always told myself, “They don’t know any better. It’s okay.” I didn’t realize how mature my thinking was at the time. From being bullied, I learned how to strengthen myself and repress my feelings. I do not resent any of my classmates from elementary school since I have changed from my childish ways. My childhood taught me how mean children could be. I look forward to raising my own children and showing them the love I had never received in my

I attended a small charter school in Westland, Michigan. Between these walls, I broke and regained my pieces. My cultural difference set me apart from most of the kids - my accent, the way I dressed and the way I behaved. Social interaction with my peers were difficult because they didn’t know how to connect with me. When they did try to communicate, the conversation always provoked me. For instance, during the first week of school my table partner introduced herself and so did I. She asked where I was from and when I answered she was stunned. She later informed the rest of the class and for the rest of the day I was bombarded with outrageous questions like: Do you guys live in trees? How did you go to school? I felt so diminish as my peers indirectly stated their thought about people like

My vision: To become a leader and great role model with integrity while always holding true to my values. To continue to learn in each stage of life and always be willing to discover new things.

The school year approached its end. Another summer to spend alone by myself. The cycle had been repeating since I was in grade school. Sadness choked me as I returned home and shut my door. Every year, the resolution was the same: I would try to make friends next year; however, every year, I felt myself falling back down into the same trap. By the time high school began, I no longer felt the numb sensation of sadness or the flow of tears as the final day of May became the last day I talked with my “friends.” I no longer expected to make any friends, or, more accurately, I no longer expected to be able to make any friends. The sheer possibility of befriending an individual appeared to me as foreign as speaking in latin. When I walked into school, what should have been a site of chatter, opportunity, and growth appeared to me as a form of imprisonment and torture; however, unbeknownst to me, I did have friends; something of which I did not recognize until years passed by. I grown attached to certain conversations; there were times where I felt the need to initiate a conversation rather than waiting for someone else to make one. It was not until one of my friends told me,”We’re your friends aren’t we?” when I realized I was not longer

While growing up in a military family, I struggled to make friends as well as how to be around other people. So for most of my middle school I loned out of what other students were doing. So I got bullied and got into fights which brought me to my lowest. This is not how anyone should

As a student and person in general, I am very outgoing and not ashamed to raise my hand in class. While I didn’t have a problem with me communicating my thoughts in EGE, my class did. Every time I started to talk, people would roll their eyes, pretend to shoot themselves, gag, and mutter about how annoying I was to their neighbor. I felt horrible and ashamed of myself for putting my best foot forward and being myself. I started exclude myself from class conversations. Not one person in my EGE class tried to stick up for me and say, “Hey! That’s not cool!” Also, outside of the class people would talk about me behind their backs in other classes. No matter where I was, I always felt that someone hated my guts, and wished dreadful things on me. In middle school, I felt safe and at home. I felt that the people there wanted the best for me, and wanted Micah Hinson to shine and continue to shine brighter in the future. Here, at Legacy High School, I don’t feel at home, and I certainly don’t feel like the majority of people want me to succeed. I feel restricted and held back and ashamed to be who I really am. I hate this feeling. It’s like the world against me without anyone on my side. I spend eight hours at school, and

Throughout elementary school, I was an outgoing kid. I enjoyed talking to people, making friends; normal kid activities. Around fourth grade, niches started forming, and slowly I realized that I did not belong anywhere. Kids started talking exclusively to their niche, leaving me alone and unsure what had changed from before. I specifically

For as long as I could remember, one of my biggest dreams has always been to become a captain of my varsity cheerleading team at my high school. It was always something I strived for, always something I thought I had under my belt for quite a few years. I never wanted to seem cocky about it, and I never flaunted the fact that I believed I had this position under lock and key. I was a strong leader, and a strong cheerleader. I wanted to be a figure the younger girls on the team looked up too, and bring success and unity to my team.

People would often make fun of me often for me acting dumb most of the time which never hurt me years prior but suddenly in seventh grade I started to take it personal and I was tired of people thinking they can make fun of me whenever they want and I wanted to hold my ground against them. So as the year went on I tried to stop the acting dumb act but people would still make fun of me for what I did in the past and would mock my voice which would deeply hurt me that year. I became more quiet that year as I started to have hate towards everyone that year for being so rude and the friends I would usually hang out with for most of my school life started to part ways from me as I became more quiet. Seventh grade would end up being a turning point in my social life as I was growing up to become my real self in