My First Years Of My Life

Have you ever been an outcast to other kids? The popular kids? Well this very unlucky kid Will, has been there. In this essay about the story Popularity By Adam Bagdasarian, I am going to tell you how he has gotten with the popular group and changed him for the worse. First off he was mean to his previous friends. Next he was trying to be part of the popular group. And finally he became very arrogant.

Growing up, I never lived in a steady household. My biological mother moved us around, had different men coming in and out of our lives, endured physical abuse from my biological father, and threatened to end her life countless of times, leaving my siblings to take the reins, and not only take care of the house, but me and themselves as well. None of us had it easy, but being the youngest, and the only one who lived at home until I was eighteen, I seemed to bear the brunt of it all. At such a young age, I began to become less and less happy, no longer enjoying the finer things in life. Due to my emotions plummeting, not only did my opinion on myself began to change, but apparently so did the opinion of others, resulting in a major shift in appearance. As time passed, I received numerous amounts of negative commentary on the change of both my appearance and personality, which did nothing but enhance the self loathe I had for myself, leading to the

Starting middle school was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. There was a brand new campus to explore, but we were also nervously anticipating the academic program that was about to begin. Most of my grade had been together since the age of four and by this time there were clear social divides. There were the girls who were seen as popular, and then there was everybody else. You could say that I was part of the popular crowd, though at the time I didn’t notice myself standing apart from the others. As a group of friends we got on well, we’d hang out, go to the cinema, have sleepovers, all the usual things friends do. Then things gradually started to change.

I was very popular in high school, because I was very nice and sociable and involved in lots of activates we had. I did not bully kids because I knew how it made me feel when I was younger. I joined a group called S.A.D.D and that stood for students against destructive discussions. We reached out to kids who felt alone and students who lacked the self-confidence. After I graduated my goal was to attend a community college not too far and not too close. So I chose Kirkwood. I wanted/ want to be a registered nurse. I was very determined in high school, I made sure I was on honor roll every semester! I did not have a social network because I saw all the drama it cause in school.

Throughout middle school, I conformed to what was expected. I changed my clothing style, the manner in which I conversed, and the people whom I conversed with to fit in. My interests often changed to what was popular at the time, and I always tried to make as many friends as possible so that I can look good in front of other people. I didn’t even know myself. I was what society had made me out to be. My friends weren’t my real friends; I didn’t have a single interest with most of them. Over time, I started to become unsatisfied with myself. This was until my transition to high school, when I made one of the best decisions of my

As a result, I was an instant hit at every school I went to since second grade. I was popular, and not mean bitch from the depths of hell popular mind you, I was the genuine popular. The nice popular girl that people just couldn’t help to like. The sort of popular that made the other kids feel genuinely sad when her parents found a better, more modern that would help prepare their daughter to succeed on the the

My name is Alejandra Cervantes, a student from Brazosport College, who is enrolled in your Learning Framework class. Which I assist every Monday and Wednesday at 9:30 in the morning.

During my freshmen and sophomore years of high school I began to become frightened, high school was much tougher than middle school, the competition was troublesome, and certainly building new friendships had no time on my calendar. I didn’t fit in the teen society, and so I grew up to believe that I had excluded myself from that society and decided that my thoughts, intentions, circumstances, even goals were different from theirs.

I was so obsessed with being popular, that I had let them walk all over me and crush my dignity. Everyone now hated me and that hatred transferred over to middle school. No one wanted to be my friend and no one treated me or my ideas with respect. My social status hit rock bottom. I guess the turning point didn’t start until this year. I spent my sixth grade year following popular girls around like a lost puppy and kissing up to them. I spent my seventh grade year with little to no friends. The friends I did have were not very good and still walked over me a bit. I am one of those people who will not half-ass a friendship. I’m either all in or all out. That’s a blessing and a curse sometimes. I will put a lot of effort into friendships, but often find that effort to not be

Today I woke up with a smile on my face and a tingly feeling in my belly; the reason for my joy was the name-plate hanging outside my door that read Dr. Agrima Agrawal, Assistant Professor, IISc Bangalore. My first day as a professor in this prestigious institute, giving me the opportunity to mould life, imbibe knowledge and make a difference; a difference which would matter.

Like Charlie, I began my freshman year in high school as an outsider. I was considered a nerd who knew nothing except getting Straight-As. Being teachers’ favorite soon led to jealousy and my classmates began taunting me for my lack of social skills and aloofness.

Individuality is a facade and conformity is the norm. A person who is “different” is considered an outcast, undeserving of the pleasant and jocular memories associated with high school, or as some adolescents refer to it, “the best four years of their lives.” Such statements, filled with glittering generalities and hopeful testimonies, run completely opposite to my personal experiences. Although I have learned positive lessons, the overwhelming perusal and close examination of self I have had to face has become an outstanding negative consequence of high school. These repercussions primarily stem from academic performance, self-image, and overall social stratification.

Freshman year of high school was the worst year of my life. It was during this time that I had an exceptionally abusive friend, and she took every opportunity she got to tear away at my self esteem. She picked away at every aspect of my personality, while simultaneously shaping my behavior to her liking. Our relationship was not based on love and mutual support; rather, it was established through manipulation and codependence. She made me believe I was stupid, worthless, and nothing without her in my life. Of course, none of this was true, and the degradation of my individuality by another was abhorrent; however, the experiences I had with this supposed friend forever changed the course of my development as a person.

Through the winding path of life there has always been one important constant in my life; my family. My family of five has always provided a spring board for anything I was interested in and helped me develop who I am today. Though they were always helpful, I found myself having trouble setting myself apart from my siblings and struggled to develop my own identity that was unique. For much of my life I felt overshadow by achievements that I saw my siblings achieve and set the before myself to overcome. Thankfully I was raised by two loving parents that would always support me no matter what I amounted to, even if I didn’t succeed in my own eyes.

For years, I convinced myself that the story of my life began when I arrived in America at eleven months old. I tumbled through the clichéd white-picket-fence childhood, never realizing how impossible it was to completely discard the first year of my infancy. While I had always known about being adopted from China, I did not fully comprehend the weight of this detail until my late teenage years.