Lost Boy Harvard Monologue

I went to preschool and always felt like the outcast but now I know I was different in my own little way.I started 1st grade scared out of my mind of what was to come but little did I know I would have a bunch of friends that would always have my back.

It is important to choose the right friends, good friends can take you wherever you want to go in life, and the wrong friends can be a disastrous decision. A quote from The Pact sums this up nicely, “Friendship can lift you up, strengthen and empower you, or break you down, weaken and defeat you.” (32) This is why it is so important to surround yourself with positive people, and

At the end of my first grade year, I moved away from the small, rural town near Vienna where I had lived since I was born. On my first day of school at Lincoln Elementary, I quickly made friends with two girls in my class named Pam and Kelly. Pam and Kelly introduced me to their group of friends that were all in our second grade class. For the rest of the school year, this group of friends was who I played on the playground with everyday and talked to in the classroom. After a great first year of school in Marion, the time came for my third grade year. Every year at Lincoln, there is a day that is close to the beginning of the school year where the students can come to the school to meet their new teacher and look at the class list to see which of their friends is in their class. On that morning, I went to Lincoln to find out who my new teacher was. To my dismay, I found out that all of my friends from second grade had a different teacher than I did. After finding out that I was not in class with any of my friends, I knew that I would have to find a new friend to talk to in my third grade class in addition to having all of my friends from second grade. At the beginning of my third grade year, I hung out with two friends I met named Phyllis and Erin. As the year progressed, I started to hang out with Angela who would soon become one of my best

Growing up I was known to be a very shy child. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was very reserved. I always have cared about what people thought about me. I didn’t want to wear “boy” clothes because I worried kids would make fun of me. I didn’t even make close friends until fifth grade. When I did finally feel comfortable at school and found amazing friends, I decided to switch schools shortly after for a chance at new opportunities. It lead me to standing alone in a crowded high school while I waited for that first bell to ring, so I could head to my first period class.

In my real life, my friends and I have shared a happy life for a long time. I have many good friends and I like them very much. They give me a courage and vigor. If I don’t have a friend I can’t enjoy my school life. I always have a lunch with them and we enjoy girl’s talking. When I have a problem I ask their advice. They think about it seriously with me and cheer me up. Friends are one of the most important things in my life.

Since I was a child, I loved making friends. Whenever I saw someone new, I would run up to them and immediately become best friends with them. As I grew up, I recall some occasions when I felt left out. I remember being so sad that they wouldn't include me. From that day on, I made a commitment to make everyone feel involved because that feeling of being left out was one of the worst feelings a young boy/girl could ever have.

As a child, I felt that having friends was the most significant cause in who I am today. Throughout my life I have had many friends who have influenced me in numerous ways, but now most of them have become distant acquaintances. Although the majority

Most people didn't have friends because they were focused on finding jobs and surviving, but if they had friends they would go through the same things together. Friendship makes life so much more fulfilling versus living in isolation and loneliness.

At a young age, having all four of my grandparents die was crushing. One in front of me, two by suicide and one to cancer. In the second grade when my dad went to rehab, not only eroding our relationship, but also tearing apart my family. As a result, during my third grade year, sleep was rare due to the echoing fighting that I would hear in the adjacent room. Meanwhile this lack of sleep only made school worse. Being called a “retard” because dyslexia made it a pain in the ass to read. This fearful environment slowly began to embed anxiety into my young self. Now that my family was begging to get tired of my hometown in Arizona, we packed our bags and moved to San Diego. In 6th grade is where I got into my first fist fight in the middle school locker room, where Mr. Beckley had to break us apart. Only giving me the “new kid” a bad reputation to some, but respect to others. The ones who began to give me respect, would only bring me down further than I already was. On to my later years in middle school where I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Witch felt like a constant rain cloud over me at all times, where the weight of my bed sheets was too much to handle. Therefor causing more chaos in my family. This would give myself an almost constant knot in my throat ready to break down and cry at any part of the day. But like any story, there's light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long it seems or how dark it gets, there is... Going into my freshman things

Moving to the US with my dad, I had to learn to take care of myself and be independent. I had to tell myself that my mom is a thousand miles away and i’m on my own now. I used to cry every night because I was feeling homesick and i miss my mom and siblings so much. I miss the moments in the place I grew up in. I miss all the moments that I had with my siblings, playing and just being kids. I miss the moments where my mom would teach me how to cook and how to do other chores at home. I miss the moments where my mom was just steps away ready to comfort me. Because of this huge transition in my life, I became the person who I am today. I learned how to be independent and be stronger. I learned how to be a bigger person. My first week in the US was quite difficult. I wake up every morning only to realize that i’m in a different place. I cook breakfast for myself everyday, and I felt really lonely because I was just by myself in the kitchen. I feel so alone. Everything in the US was very fast paced and you have to move quickly or you’ll get left behind and you wouldn’t have any progress. On my first day at school, i felt so left out. Everybody were talking to their friends and there I was standing in the corner, not sure what to do. I tried to blend in but it was hard for me because i was scared that they might judge me. However, after a couple more weeks, I finally adjusted to my new lifestyle and met

Growing up I did not have the luxury of having all the nice clothing or games that the other kids my age had. Whenever I walked to school I was always alone. If I could recall of a time where I felt completely alone it would be when I was in the six grade and I was sitting in class and I heard the following “hahaha, he wears hand me downs, you are so poor”, I ran out the classroom and ran directly to the bathroom, where I cried for a long time. I would never forget that day because as I sat in the bathroom I do not remember of one person who came and asked me if I was alright or if I needed help. I did not feel like I belonged so the summer before my 7th grade, I told my mom of a school that was for low income families. I ran to the computer and showed my mom the school website

I moved. It was hard to leave all my friends and meet new ones. I was nervous and scared. All I could think about is not having friends and just being depressed. I moved in with my grandma and I had my own room and I liked living there but the real problem was going to school. I woke up I was nervous like I didn't feel good I got ready and we headed out the door my dad went in with me and told the people who I was and one of the students brought me to mr. collen I walked in and everyone looked at me I mr. collen gave me an assigned seat next to my best friend well at that time we weren't friends but we knew each other from our parents. But since she was in my class we became friends and fourth grade was when I got my first best

I didn’t have many friends and didn’t get along with them. 9th grade wasn’t bad, it was actually a very nice year for a lot of reasons but definitely not because I embraced myself. My friend from 8th grade as no longer my friend as 9th grade rolled around and eventually him and I got into a physical confrontation, which I proudly won, what an awful way to start that year but the closure really did make me move on. 10th grade I started going to LCTI and at that point I started to realize that rather than being someone who worked for life that I lived life. I started going to different clubs that year after school, none of them were that great but I had fun. I did my best in LCTI and did what I wanted to do. I always had my eyes on being a computer programmer. I had major success and happiness. I had stayed who I was and with a few adjustments grew in those aspects and developed some others. From my success and honesty to myself I realized how important these things were. When people ask about me I always have something to say. Chris had forced himself into the wilderness and for me this was a smaller but personally huge step. I had started hiking into the better parts of life. He had went his own path and so did I. I was leaving the swamp, killing the hydra and becoming a new

It was a warm, windy morning as I was awake at 6:30 am for my first day of 7th grade. I got ready, put my Id and book bag on and walked out the door. As soon as I walked out the door, I was hit with bright strong and warm rays of the sun. I looked up and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It is going to be a good day, I thought to myself as I was getting in my grandma’s car to go to school. I was not exactly excited about school. I was really just excited and nervous because I was starting band this year. When I was in sixth grade and I started learning about the band I thought maybe I should give it a try, and I always wanted to follow my Uncle's footsteps because he started playing clarinet in middle school and went on to play in Tiger Band which is Clemson University's football teams marching band. I did not get a chance to start in 6th grade so I ended up being in 7th grade beginning band. It was super stressful to begin with because I knew nothing about a clarinet or how to read music. My band teacher, Mr.Scott, was really nice and patient with me.

Usually when a child starts to grow up and start to face new challenges and obstacles in life they look around and think, where are my parents? Who is going to help me now? In this sad moment they will figure out that their won’t always be someone to help and protect them from the dangers of this world. I realized this as I was growing up. I had just “graduated” kindergarten and was stepping out into the real world – grade 1. I was no longer being babied, no more time-outs for the bullies, everyone was on their own. In grade 1 you were allowed to go outside for recess and weren’t being trapped by fences, you were free to do whatever you wanted. Now in grade 1 I was the new kid, I had recently moved from another school and didn’t know anyone. The first day during recess I had no one to play with and was walking alone through the field and the “big kids” (third graders) came up to me and started bullying me at first they were swearing at me but I decided to fight back, and then before I realized it I was on the ground my knee was scrapped and bleeding. I looked around – there was no one to help me. At this moment I asked myself, who is going to help me, I looked around there were no teachers. Feeling helpless I stayed on the ground and started to cry. “It was all the fear which would come to me, all the unknown; all that daddy didn’t know about, and couldn’t save me from.” This was the