How To Write An Essay About Being A Dumb Nerd

About two months into freshman year I began to realize she or anyone else would ignore me or keep it conversation short. To this day, I still do not know what I did for this to happen. As far as I knew we were on good terms and had made up an alone time ago. I confronted them with what was going on and how I was seeing it. Their responses show a little sympathy. My friendships were going downhill fast and the only person who I had was Nathan, to lean on. During these few months, I felt so alone and unworthy. I came home crying every day and ate a lot more which caused me to gain weight. Online I saw my name appear for the most hated and many hateful tweets referring to myself. I did not want to go to school or see anyone; except for Nathan. I resorted to cutting myself on the leg where no one would see it. I did not want to live and cutting makes me feel like I was alive. I eventually got a dog who i named Poe and for a while he was one of the only reasons i had a reason to live. I began to reconnect to old friends in seventh grade. The group of the five of us held me somewhat together for a while, but truly Nathan held me together. We became so close from hanging out everyday and doing everything together. They even got our poe’s brother and their own pet. He was my only best friend, but i wanted things to change. There was nothing i could so to change the place i was in but i NEEDED

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

The first days of classes, were not horrible, my classmates were amiable and were interested in me since I was new, and it wasn’t common to have new students in the middle of sophomore year. However, I didn’t share much with them, when they tried to start a conversation I would answer their questions and cordially dismiss them. I kept quiet not only because I felt that if I shared my past, I would someway forget it, but because my English wasn’t fluid and I didn’t want to make mistakes. I became a loner and deep inside I was sad because of

We both went to high school, and even more relatable, we both have medical issues and we both switched high schools. Headed into my freshman year I underwent surgery because of a tumor which was found in my cervical spine. The surgery left my right arm in complete paralysis. My first day of high school left me looking pretty pathetic. Walking in with half my face unresponsive due to nerve damage, a neck brace, and my right arm being controlled by the breeze, did not help me gain friends. People avoided me, I couldn’t tell if it was because they were afraid of breaking me more or because they didn’t want to be seen with me. Things started to change when a few of the seniors began to talk to me, and the teachers started to know me. I gained more friends through the process of social capital. Because of my new ties I was able to expand my group, so when went back for surgery in New York a whole class of people put together a “get well soon” package. High school was looking doable, but I was then presented with an option to transfer schools. The decision was hard, but I transferred. This new school would present me with more opportunities, just like Arnold’s new high school presented him with more opportunities, but just like him my old high school friends and school itself resented me. These changes in my life put me in new subcultures as well, which

I literally opened my mouth and said, “ Uhhh Hmmmm….” It literally sounded like I couldn’t talk. But they laughed and said, “We are going to teach you how to mingle.” And so a friendship bloomed before me. All of them helped me cover up my fears of socializing, like small talk and meeting new people, and now I can talk to people with ease (well kind of but better than before) although I’m still filled with butterflies every time I talk. I can now say things like, “ My name is Jessica, what is your name?” and “ I’m okay, thank you, and hello.” Although everyone the person who was always there for me was her. The girl with her hair tied up, a smile on her face, and a heart of a true friend, Rozlynn. In the sixth grade I felt like we were drifting apart, like new friends came along and she hung out with them while I hung out with other friends. I pondered on this with much thought, walking back and forth around in my room. But that wasn’t the case. She made new friends and slowly and cautiously, I became friends with them. Now she considers me as one of her best friends and I feel the same way. Then one day she said, “ Next year, I’m moving to

This was around the second semester of eighth grade that I met my now best friend, Bellamia Liso. We met each other when we went to Sutter Middle School in eighth grade. She was a new student, and she needed another class so she ended up being one of the TA’s in my math class. To be completely honest, I thought that Bella hated me when we were in eighth grade. She never talked to me, and I always thought that she was glaring at me for something that I did, even though I had never done anything to her. I didn’t express my feelings about her though because I didn’t know her, and I didn’t want to judge her without getting to know her

Friends, are not ones who will be with you forever, no one will. This is something I have learned after my freshman year of high school. Early spring of 2015, I went to Rancho San Joaquin middle school. This is where I have met my best friend during 8th grade, which I once believe she will be my best friend forever. The day when we met is my first day in Rancho, we have the same 6th period english class. Right before the bell ringed, someone walked to me and hit on my shoulder. She is a very bright girl, with long hairs that goes to her waist, not long after this day, we become best friends. I used to be very quiet, through her I have met many of other friends, I once thought we are going to be best friends for the whole 4 year of high school

It was the first week of summer, after graduating high school. Most of my friends were gone away to college or had jobs. Parents working and older siblings have moved away. It was the beginning of adulthood. I owned nothing to my name, I had no job, no car or any motivation. The only useful thing I had was a friend. Nancy, she has been in my life since we first met in middle school. How we became friends, she gave me two dollars. Those two dollars made our friendship. Just like Esperanza gives up her three dollars for a bike and some friends, Nancy did the same. She willingly gave up her lunch money, so I wouldn't starve at school. Since that day we became best friends. We had the same struggle and we almost have everything in common, and we

8th grade was the best summer I’ve ever had. I was so happy because I was able to finally had a group of friends. It all started in Alpena, in May. My friend Breanna and I had gotten into numerous altercations and stopped being friends for a long time. Breanna messaged me and I decided that we should go get some ice cream. It turns out she wanted to say sorry for how she was acting. To this day, I consider her my best friend. Breanna and I reconciled in May and haven’t stopped being friends since. Earlier that year, I had met my friend Alyssa. She was basically like me, loud, crazy, cool, and didn’t care about others opinions on her. This is what basically bonded us. Breanna and I and Alyssa had hung out for a month, and we became the bestest

At the time I was in eighth grade, I had just successfully completed my first semester of the 2014-2015 school year. Everything in my academic career was good, the high tide had finally gone down and the waters leveled. See I was a blue student, I maintained my studies. My Power school report reads all A’s, except for math. In which I fought and fought for a higher mark, but proudly accepted the B+ my teacher thought I deserved. I saw my studies as something important, but (naive of me) my social life was equally as important. I have always been so caught up in what other people thought of me and whether or not I was worthy enough. My days at Roosevelt (Junior High) were so black and white. One moment I was on top of the world, the next I couldn't

Nerds, preps, and jocks, the main labels that are given out in high school. At lakeville high if you're not in either the preps or the jocks high school seems like a nightmare. You sit at the bad tables with the other nerds, the preps and jocks make fun of you, and you're not invited to parties. At Sophia's school it wasn't like a normal school. She went to mittenville’s school of magic which was filled with fairies, wizards, and witches. Wearing wacky clothes was normal at Mittenville. Sophia had never left the town of Mittenville so she thought her clothes were the style. Most kids wouldn't be happy about going to a new school but Sophia was since she was popular at her old school. Sophia had no clue that her popularity would be gone at her new school.

In the fourth grade a new girl came into our grade, so I decided to befriend her. Her name was Leelah, she was tall, brown hair and brown eyes. Leelah was really nice and respectful when I first met her. She was really mature for her age and she loved to sing. We became good friends and we hung out all the time. At lunch we would play hide and seek with Halie Tisdale and the other kids in our grade. Every time we hung out she would be singing a different song. Her voice was amazing and I loved listening to her sing. After She invited me to her birthday party and it was a sleepover party

Six years ago a girl made a big transition to a new school. On the first day she was scared. She didn’t know a single person in that school. She soon met a girl who had also transferred that same year. This girls name is Rachel. Rachel and I had almost all of the same classes together. So over time we had gotten to know each other pretty well. Our lockers were also right next to each other. We were inseparable. Little did we know during this time that we had both found our forever best friend.

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost

Fast forward now to around the beginning of middle school; we had a few fights but we were still best friends. We hung out all the time, and I even took her with me on my family vacations. It was all peaches and daisies until someone new moved to our town. Someone I will refer to as Olive just to keep things anonymous. At first it seemed like a great friendship of three, Olive, jane and I all had the same interests and got along very well. But little did I know what Olive was really like. What