Personal Narrative: A Distraction In Class

For the next two years I struggled with the concept that I might actually be gay. By junior I was certain that I was in fact all the things that I was called in middle school, but because of the negative memories I decided it was a secret that I was better of keeping to myself. That was until the spring semester of my senior year in high school when I decided that I was going to live my life the way I wanted to. I would no longer allow people to scare me into being anything other then what I wanted to be I would live my life openly and honestly. On the evening of February 16, 2014 I came out as Gay on literally every social media platform I owned. The following morning, to my surprise, my classmates for the most part greeted me with open arms. As I walked from class to class I received a staggering amount of compliments and support. I was quite frankly overwhelmed when I did get a negative comment and a dozen people rushed to my

It was 5 days before summer break at Ladue Middle School in St. Louis, Missouri. My friends and I were eating lunch at our usual place discussing who it would be to ask our Counselor Mrs.Worthington for a Gay-Straight Alliance. They all agreed that I should be the one to request it seeing as I was the one that was the bravest of the group when it came to Administrators, so I marched right up to the Counselor “Mrs. Worthington I was wondering if we could have a GSA next year”

At the age of seventeen, I was in my senior year of high school and I came out as transgender to all of my friends. I had asked all of my friends to call me Shane and to refer to me as a boy, most of them tried as hard as they could to get it right. They felt bad if they didn't get it right but I understood. I told my parents that I wanted to legally change my name and change my gender but my dad said no, my mom had started to come

During the summer before my junior year I truly felt that I transitioned from a child to the person that I am today. An event happened which became such a huge turning point in my life that I barely even recognized myself after it transpired. It occurred during volleyball camp, when one of my closest friends and I were sitting in the locker room waiting for the day to start. Our conversation started off with simple small talk. Then, completely out of the blue she told me something that felt like a punch in the stomach. She stared straight into my eyes and said “Erin, I know you’re gay.” I couldn’t do anything but stare. So many thoughts were tumbling through my head that my vision became blurry and I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know what to

Yet, I did expect some type of punishment for at least saying some “bad” words to Kiara and hoped that I would get a warning or two days in CDA, but they decided no on that. I was an innocent bystander when this happened, I was officially ashamed in this school and so was my mom, everything I believed in was now trash in my head. This personal injustice event changed my life and learned that when you try to stand up or do anything that is justice to you and for other people, it’s like a slap to the face. This year will forever be an example of the injustice I received, I am glad that I am out of there now and started a happier life in

I learned many new things about topics I wasn't familar with before. I enjoyed seeing the advocacy pieces from others in the class because many people did topics I didn't know much about. Some of the projects I saw were surprising because I had no idea that these things were taking place. After learning all of this, my beliefs about human rights didn't change much, but I have deepened my understanding in what I believe in.

My precalculus class was a place where not only math lessons took place, but life lessons as well. The math course I was taking for my junior year consisted of learning algebra 2 in the first semester and pre-calc in the second. Math had always been smooth sailing for me during grammar school and the first two years of high school. I rarely felt thet need to study for math and still passed my tests and quizzes. That was the case unil second semester came along. My smooth sailing math boat hit an iceberg just like the titanic. I had done poorly on a math quiz. At that moment I realized that you only out what you put in. Precalculus was not as easy as I thought it was going to be. I aget m actually glad that I did not do so well on that quiz

I have never been a loud person, and because of that fact I have always loved to read. I find comfort in curling up with a good book and will almost always take staying in reading over going out to see the latest box office hit. In my tenth-grade english class, it was the first time participation through speaking up in class would impact my grade significantly, and consequently I was forced to voice my opinion. The first time I spoke up in class I remember being very nervous to do so. I was afraid my opinion would be wrong or people would not like what I had to say, but as I spoke, I slowly saw heads nodding towards me, whispers of agreement, and finally a positive remark from my teacher for my analysis. From that moment on, I felt comfortable

My first semester as tutor lead in Spring of 2016 went well given the obstacles our team was given throughout duration of the semester. The highlights of my success include the completion of two of three required Tutor workshops. One, which was a Tutor Talk, was unable to be completed due an unforeseen closure of the building that it was initially supposed to be held in. I had chosen the time specifically to correspond to potential hurdles that my classes would present. I tried to reschedule it twice and was unable to due to time constraints and scheduling. Additionally, it wasn’t just a matter of scheduling, but the need to reserve a room. I wasn’t sure who served as the intermediary to get a room. Furthermore, the topic was vague, I asked

Growing up I thought I had very good communication skills. Now I am very conscious of my limited and inadequate communication skills. Standing in front of a group of people to make a speech or talk about a specific topic has always been a challenge. The speeches tend to be too long and gets away from the main topic. Taking the Communication Class has given me an opportunity to try to correct or at least improve the way I communicate with other people. I cannot wait to get an associate’s degree in Computer Networking but my ultimate goal is to finally get 4-year degree.

Slowly walking down the noisy hall, I shuffle my feet as I get closer and closer to ms. C. Johnson’s class. Something was different, but I just pushed the thought into the back of my mind and immediately thought about something else. I stopped in realization as I noticed ms. Johnson not standing by the door at the end of the hall as she always does. She must be out I thought to myself. I entered the classroom to be greeted by the familiar faces of my peers. I grabbed my folder while heading to my seat. The room was silent besides the quiet hum of the air conditioning unit. I averted my gaze to where ms. Johnson usually sits to see the sub texting away on her phone. I wonder when lunch is, I was thinking to myself, but was soon disturbed by

I’ve known I was gay ever since the age of ten. I went to a Christian high school in Nicaragua and was actively involved in leadership positions and volunteering jobs like translating, so coming out at that time was not an option for me. I always kept my sexuality at the back of my mind because it would ruin my image of the Christian leader that I was to all the students who saw me in this position of leadership. Since I started at the University of Waterloo, I was not as active in clubs like I was in high school. Consequently, the image that I was so used to displaying never went into effect during my first year; I could be whoever I wanted to be and no one would think either less or more of me. This led to allowed me to accept my sexuality exponentially, and of course struggle with the truth I was running away from my whole high school life. I wouldn’t go as far to say that I became depressed over acknowledging my homosexuality, but it sure provided me with a lot of stress and questions I would ask myself: what will my friends say? What will my sister think? How am I going to tell this to my parents? Who am I going to come out first to?

I transferred into an all girls catholic school junior year, and it was and it was the most awful experiences to date. The only good part about attending the school was that it helped me recognize that I had severe anxiety, other then that there is nothing that I took out of going to school there.

I went to the same catholic school as my little brother that was from kindergarten to 8th grade. When he was in 6th grade and I was in 8th grade my brother had transferred to a different private. Since I still in the school he left sometimes when he had to go to my school events, the other kids would yell at him for leaving our school and call him mean names and sometimes they would just talk about him behind his back. I stood up for my brother when they would do this and I would tell them to stop. I felt good standing up for him, there was no need to do what they were doing. I would have felt happier if some of the kids that were his stood up for him too.

When I was in 6th grade I had gotten kicked out of boarding school. It was the worst thing that ever happen to me in my whole life it changed my whole life around. In boarding school everything was done for you. You had a schedule for everything you did everything at a cetain time. Also at boarding school it was like a family a bunch of brothers and sisters you grow up with I knew my classmates better than i knew my own sisters. When I got kicked out I was devastated because I knew I was going to go to a public school. I know how public schools are with all the fighting and trouble I could get into. I knew it wasn't going to be a problem for me cause I'm a very friendly person and I don't judge people by the cover I get s chance to know them. But when I went it was worst.