Things never get easier, you simply get better. Over the course of the past three years there have been plentiful events, going from tragedies and to celebrations. Something that I have changed my mind about is how I view myself. Growing up I was very limited due to my family never having much money, in elementary children don’t notice wealth, whereas adults can sniff it out like a bloodhound. My first years in school were simple, playing in sandboxes, playing with strangers children on the swings at the park, no one cared where you were from, how much your parents make, how you dress, all that really mattered was that you were playing on the slide together. Everyone has to grow up and as I grew, it seemed that my fellow classmates could tell I was different from my hand me down cloths, being a chubby kid, and crippling shyness, things weren’t as simple anymore. …show more content…
Children become harsher as they begin the slow process of becoming an adult. Soon it seemed as if a friend was non- existent. With no friends I didn’t really have much confidence due to not having a lot of supportive people in my life and I began to feel that no one would care for me. It took a lot of work but I finally made a friend in 6th grade and my friend helped me a lot with coming out of my shell and not be so shy. She also introduced me to a lot of my other friends I had at the time and it really helped me out a lot because they were all in similar situations that I
I got bullied a lot so that kind of stopped people from wanting to talk to me in the first place. When they did they saw a weird anti-social kid that wasn’t fun to be around or maybe that’s how I see myself reflecting on everything. Can’t say much about that has changed though. When I did get friends I had a problem where I’d get overly attached to them; as a result you could’ve insulted me every day and I’d still call you my friend. I think it was my want for one with the fact I was really, really dense;consequently most of the people I met weren’t great people to be around and a lot had some sort of bad habits, I still always had a book with me as once again an escape from my at least how I saw it sad and boring life in
Life isn’t fair, but over these years we’ve dealt with so many things that lead us to get used to it. Everyone deals with pain and regret, and some people never get happiness in return. Some people have the happiest lives, yet never have to deal with what’s going on in the outside of their perfection. It seems as though the heartache in this world will cease to be equal. The nicest and kindest people can be put through hell, as if they are getting punished for something they never did; yet the virtue of the rest can live without pain. Life will never have the scale weighed to equal because life isn’t, and never will be fair.
When I was little, I was very shy around new people. I usually only showed who I actually was around my family. I didn’t have a friend who I could be myself around, they were usually just friends who I would play with at recess. That was until everything changed, and I moved across the town of Derby.
In my current youth, my childhood held a far different aspect. To be honest, I loved my elementary school and learning in general. However, I always felt secluded. If I were to walk, talk, or even shout I’d never be accounted. When it came to class projects or homework, my peers never consulted my regards. “Hey, do you know how to do this problem?” I’d ask my partner. Nothing. “Do you know how to spell library?” I’d ask
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 simultaneously grew up poor and privileged. Although that sounds like a paradox, it was a reality given my family structure. Following a divorce when I was just a toddler, my parents became financially independent except for a small (and apparently, inconsistently available) child support payment. After spending five years as a housewife and out of the workforce, my mom struggled. She often lived paycheck to paycheck, while my dad’s job as a banker allowed him to live comfortably. The disparities caused me to grow up in two socioeconomic backgrounds: my dad’s was BMW’s and cruise ships while my mom’s was ramen noodles and frozen dinners five nights a week. As a result, I experienced multiple socioeconomic perspectives by age fourteen, and
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
In the novel life lessons:two experts on death and dying teach us the mysteries of life and living. The novel talks about many lessons such as
They say that there is nothing to fear but fear itself, yet I tend to disagree. Our world is packed full of things to be afraid of. As a child, we are afraid of the dark or monsters hiding underneath our beds; but, as we grow with wisdom and age, those fears become bigger and more worldly. We fear things like terrorism or illness. The fear that consumes me most is that my best might never be enough.
Making new friends everywhere I went took a lot of courage too. Whenever someone has to walk up to another whom they don’t know and lay their heart out on the line, it takes a lot of courage. For me walking up to someone and asking them to “be my friend,” for lack of a better phrase, was like walking up to that cute guy in math class and asking him out on a date, or trying to get his number. It scared me more than anything in the world and I was way to shy to do it. It takes a lot of courage to stop yourself from saying, “forget it, I don’t want friends, it’s not worth it.” This was one of my most feared things to do, since I am one of those people who needs other people, but is also horribly shy. I had to learn to get outgoing, and put my heart on the line. I also learned that when you get hurt just pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and
Throughout sixth grade I wandered the school halls glancing at other students smiling and laughing. All I wanted was a friend to associate with in those times of need. Low self-esteem was a result of me being alone. Many times, I struggle with classwork and homework due to not having the courage to ask questions. My grades were slowly decreasing and what I thought I knew became blank to me. Not having confidence in what I knew affected me.
What is it that I want out of life? Why do I work so hard to get no substantial gains? How can there be people who live life easily, drive expensive cars, live in big houses, and not work? Why can’t I live life like them? All the successful people I read about or aspire to be always had created a plan. They knew what they were doing and quite frankly I didn’t. I believe I am having difficulty because being successful was a necessity.
Talking to people used to make me incredibly nervous and never even wanted to ask questions in class for fear I would sound stupid. Over time the more I spent in school the more people skills came naturally to me. My clubs helped a lot in that regard, making me talk to complete strangers to recruit them. Just conversing with my friends and other kids at school everyday built up my confidence slowly. I started to fall back into my humor, making jokes to get to know someone and getting them to laugh. It's helped me grow into the person I am today, confident and funny.
Most adolescents face the same obstacles in life and experience similar difficulties. Friends in childhood are primarily found at “school” (Murray 2009). This is because they
I was a shy girl, I didn 't have many friends because I didn’t like the same things as the rest. Like, music, shows, games etc. I