It 's Okay : Don 't Say About It Essay

“What the fuck do you want from me, Miles? I got nothing left to give you!” Bass rolls over lashing out at his friend.

After reading my first reflection, I realize I was very hopeful about high school in the beginning of the year. However, now I have mixed feelings about high school, since my first year did not go as I had anticipated. My first reflection mentioned how I thought the first month of high school was quite unexpected. Little did I know how unexpected ninth grade would turn out. I could never have imagined what would happen to me this year. Certain aspects were thrilling, exciting, hilarious; however, other aspects were depressing, anxiety-inducing, and highly stressful. I was incredibly naive and starry-eyed in the beginning of the year. However, I feel as if I am now an experienced adult looking down upon a young, innocent child, while secretly knowing that my younger self has yet to face the brutal, harsh, and unforgiving world. Nonetheless, there is always a wiser, more experienced elder looking down upon me.

“My country, right or wrong,” is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, “My mother, drunk or sober.”—G. K. Chesterton, The Defendant

There once was a little girl who liked to take small risks. She never was an outgoing person but she would to do certain things that was the slightest dangerous or not the best choice to take. Everyone makes mistakes every once in a while that might change their life. Back in third grade I lived in a suburb of Chicago called Yorkville. It was a lovely neighborhood and I had so many friends there that I played with almost everyday. I had two friends that were sisters that lived across the street, Ashley and April, that were probably two or three years younger than me and also twins.

They walked very fast towards the main exit door, when all the sudden they hear something.

"I'm taking my friends home before they get into more trouble for me!" I yell over my shoulder as Sarah, Hiro, and I walk around a corner.

Shocked at the sudden outburst I slowly turned around and walked gingerly out of her room, vowing to do something, anything

"I am so sorry, but I must leave immediately." Before he could respond, she turned and hurried back into the ballroom.

They had told me two days prior, my parents, that I would finally be attending public school for the first time in all my 15 years of being alive. Naturally, I had thought my parents jesting when they told me. It was crazy to me that they would suddenly spring this on a poor, unsuspecting teen girl two days before the start of the entire school year. Honestly, I feel like culture shock would apply in this instance! Especially for someone who had been homeschooled their entire life. I didn't know the first thing about the commonplace workings of a normal school day for the average millennial, and honestly, I had assumed I’d never need to.

"You can. I have to go." With that, she got up. I watched as she walked through a doorway and to a hallway that was too dark for me to see anything in it.

“Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect-And I don't live to be-But before you start pointing fingers...Make sure your hands are clean!” This quote once said by Bob Marley is relevant because, people judge people so quickly without even knowing them. People should never judge someone without knowing them personally or their story. People are going through all different things, good or bad, and they have no clue what those things are. I know that People are judging me without even knowing me or my story whether it's good or bad just like their judging everyone else. I was diagnosed with diabetes and, some people judged me. We all know someone who has stories, or know of someone judging us or talking about us , but yet

“Yeah dad i 'm fine,” I replied quietly. We both new that was a lie.

‘This place is empty too, I wonder why?’ She picked up a strangely colored rose that looked as if the red color was an unfinished paint job. ‘Someone was definitely here.’

A simple summary of I’m Ok-You’re Ok will not give the needed credit that the book and its author deserve. It is a book that one must read to fully or even partially understand it’s meaning and the author’s viewpoint of transactional analysis. The author, Thomas A. Harris M.D., explains in this book the vast amount of experiences that affect the way we live our life from the moment we are born to the second we die. He explains the different feelings a child experiences from being taken cared of and attended to and vice versa. These feelings are described as “I’m not ok-you’re not ok, I’m not ok-you’re ok, I’m ok-you’re ok, and I’m ok-you’re not ok.” The author explains how

It’s ten years later. I’m sitting for the first time in a high school classroom, scribbling information into a black notebook; the words smudged as my hand rubs over the ink. The teacher flips the presentation to the next slide and continues droning on about classroom procedures and fire drills. Refreshing and cool, a breeze drifted in through the window. However, the room stayed humid. The image of sweaty seniors bounding down the hall with