My Friend Essay

When I was seven I moved to a new school where I didn’t know anyone. The first person I became friends with was a girl named Carly who was and is a great person although her ADHD sometimes made others misjudge her as annoying or weird. This misjudgment lasted well into middle school and even high school. We grew apart as we got older and moved in different directions, but we still hung out occasionally. And I still felt the connection between the two of us, it only made sense that I should remain friends with her, even if we didn’t talk often. So, when, in the 9th grade, someone whom I considered a friend started making fun of Carly, who wasn’t there, I wouldn’t stand for it. I calmly, yet admittedly assertively, told them that what they were

Let's go back to last year. One of my so called good friends, lets call her Tammy, stopped talking to me. We were friends from fourth grade to sixth. We lived in the same neighborhood, not that far away from each other. After school on Fridays, we would go to the park and hang out for hours. Then as we got older we would go swimming, and walk all around the neighborhood together. But one day in fifth grade, she was mean to someone neither of us liked. I saw nothing wrong with this considering that person was shady to everyone.

The part of this that tore me apart the most was that I couldn’t even go to her funeral, it was on the first day of classes, and grandpa told me to stay at college and not go to the funeral because it’s what grandma would want. This broke my heart. I thought I was a horrible granddaughter. I went with my grandpa’s wishes even though it was the most difficult decision I have ever made.

I attended the same school from Kindergarten all the way through my Senior year. It was a private school, and I was really blessed to be going there. I basically had the same group of friends for thirteen years. One summer when I was about twelve years old, I decided I wanted to go to a summer camp. Only a few of my friends from school went to the same camp, so I was excited to make some new friends. The summer had been going great so far, and I was having a lot of fun. Towards the end of camp, a new girl was placed in my cabin, and I approached her to try and be her friend. She proceeded to ask me where I went to school, I replied, “American Heritage.” Then she began saying hurtful things to me. For example, she called me a “brat”, she said I was spoiled, an entitled white girl, and that I never had to work for anything because “daddy’s money” bought me anything I wanted. The things she said to me really came as a surprise me and really hurt because, in my case, none of those things were true. I tried to explain to her that none of those things were true

The summer before high school, I cut ties with a person in my life who was constantly putting me down and making me feel depressed and like I was not good enough for anyone. Whenever I was with them, I felt exhausted. Now that they are not in my life as much, I do feel better, but I feel guilty about how I cut ties with them. I could have done it better, but I chose to just stop interacting with them. I was not mean about it, but I did not try hard enough to be nice about it. If I could talk to that person now, I would make sure they know that I do not hate them and that our friendship just was not how a friendship should be. This person is still friends with most of my friends, so I know that they hate me. I feel awful about it because my goal was never to hurt them. Melinda and I are alike in the way that I am not sure how to feel about our discontinued friendship and I do not know how I should act when I am around them. Within my friend group, and everyone else’s friend groups, we have people who struggle with self-esteem and self-worth. We all do. Some days when I wake up I can barely look in the mirror. Just like Melinda, some of my friends just cannot see how amazing they are and it hurts more than anything when I see that. Everyone is just so amazing

I have some friends that inspire me to create new things and others that bring me down. I’ve learned to get rid of the bad influences in my life to make room for the good ones. When I got rid of the bad ones it made me feel a lot better about myself as a person. I used to not have many friends at all, but now I have a lot. I don’t have as many as others, but I have a few true friends. During elementary school and middle school, I was bullied a lot. I was picked on because I wasn’t pretty enough or tall enough. This made me feel like I was the worst person on the planet. I never thought I was good enough. I was often called “shorty.” Most people wouldn’t take offense to this but I took it really hard. Not only was I being bullied by people at school, I was being bullied at home too. My brother and I didn’t get along and my parents were fighting a lot. My cousins didn’t like me so they would gang up on me and cause mental damage. Sometimes they were able to cause physical harm to me. I eventually had to learn to smile and push it away. The bullying stopped when I got to high school but, there is always that one person who will try to bring me down. I started to feel a lot better when I could just push it all

People would often make fun of me often for me acting dumb most of the time which never hurt me years prior but suddenly in seventh grade I started to take it personal and I was tired of people thinking they can make fun of me whenever they want and I wanted to hold my ground against them. So as the year went on I tried to stop the acting dumb act but people would still make fun of me for what I did in the past and would mock my voice which would deeply hurt me that year. I became more quiet that year as I started to have hate towards everyone that year for being so rude and the friends I would usually hang out with for most of my school life started to part ways from me as I became more quiet. Seventh grade would end up being a turning point in my social life as I was growing up to become my real self in

My friends started to care less about peoples feelings and more about how popular they were. All they cared about was if they were popular and if they had the expensive clothing to show off. My friends were constantly calling people names and making mean jokes. I realized that I needed new friends. I couldn't just watch my friends call people names and not do anything about it. Although I really wanted new friends I didn't know where to go. I knew that if I left I would have no other friends to hang out with. It was all I could think about. Do I stay with my rude friends or do I leave my friends and be all alone.I was tired of being treated bad by my friends but I was scared that If I left them they would start to make fun of me more and call me names

“As you comprehend this profound loss, let yourself cry knowing each tear is a note of love rising to heavens” (). The quote above is the best way to define how I finally started to understand why it was okay to grieve over the death of my Great Grandma. On November sixth 2015, was the day my Great Grandma was pronounced dead. The day she died I will not ever forget because it was like I was hit in the chest with a baseball bat that I was not warned would come. When she died no one in my family seemed to not know what to do with themselves, everyone was put on a break from not being sure of how to deal with the lost of a person we all cherished. After a couple months of everyone being away from each other, I realized this is not the way she

When middle school started I began to build everlasting friendships. I soon realized that majority of my new friends were

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.

I believe that finding a true godly friend is very hard to find. Yes, you can find friends who care about you, but having a friend that is always there for you and keeps you in check with your walk with God is one of the best relationships you can have in life. It’s easy to let the world get to you and take control of your actions, so having someone to help you with that can change your life. For me, the friend that God brought into my life, is Nathanael Matthews. I met Nathanael quite a while ago in band. I did not really get to know him till freshman year. I remember him and my friend Joe, were always talking about this game, and they kept asking me to play it with them. I eventually did, and that is how I really became friends with Nathanael. Nathanael is not someone you would call a normal person, and not in a bad way at all. He is one of the smartest people you will meet, maybe a little too smart. He comes from a family that runs the ministry called Urban Vision. This seems to have a very large impact on his life, given he will always go out of his way to help someone. Over the years that I have been friends with him I have been able to see that he does have weaknesses and I have been able to help him with those. Nathanael being in my life has by far helped me to get to the point where I am in life. Nathanael has taught me not to give in to anger or negativity, and that I need to slow down and be patient with others. Finally, he encouraged me

I have 3 siblings; two brothers and one sister. My sister “Isha-27”, Little brother “Ishmael-10”, and my older brother “I.B-18”, we all grew up and spent the most of our lives with each other. I think I’ve always known that I was a little different from my brothers and my sister, but it's okay because we are all different in many ways. Now my story on how it's like living with 3 siblings with personalities are all different and how we all like certain things but we all manage to live together in harmony , my older brother is more into sports and my little brother is more into video games; my sister is more into reading a writing and more i'm more into math and science. At times it gets extremely annoying living with them

We all have someone or something that we love more than anything. For me, it was my dog, Madix. Madix was my best friend, he was the ray of sunshine in my life.

When I first met Sarah, well, I wouldn't necessarily call it meeting Sarah, it was before a school dance. Someone had asked me to go to the Ursuline Academy (My school's sister school) semi-formal with them and it turned out that we were a part of a big group of people that would be going together. Sarah was a part of this group and was also set up with her date, whom she barely knew. There is a picture that we took as a group before going to the semi-formal that Sarah and I always laugh at. We did not know each other back then nor did we think we would see each other again after that night. Looking back, it is hilarious that both of us were there but we were completely ignorant towards each other's presence.