Regret At My High School

My little sister Anita was born at the time and having a baby sibling around made me feel like a big kid or a parent. I loved holding her and feeding her with a bottle my mom taught me to do while she worked at a night shift (maturation). My fourth grade year is probably the time I went through the most out of my elementary school years. I found out things were getting hectic between my parents. I would see them fight almost every day about money, cheating, and where did they go in their free time. One night when my mom came home from grocery shopping they were verbally fighting and yelling at each other. I heard it from the living room and I went into the kitchen to see them. All of a sudden, I just saw my dad pushed her into the ground and started beating her. She eventually escaped from his grip and ran into my sister’s room. She called the police and they came and arrested him for assault. I couldn’t do much because I just stood there witnessing in shock. They divorced in October while it was the beginning of my fifth grade year. I started to go through depression since the whole thing happened. I grew bitter, unmotivated for school, and even crueler towards my family and animals. I had terrible grades in my report card and I tend to get embarrassed with my teacher yelling at me. I cried over the smallest things that would happen in class. People started giving me sympathy but then got tired of it because it happened often. Around the winter time my mom started to

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

Students who are becoming freshmen often ask “what’s it like to be in high school?” High school is not what you think. Freshmen don’t get pushed in lockers, there's not that one popular girl who shoves other students books out of their hands, and the cafeteria is not the most embarrassing place to be. High school is not an amicable. If you really think high school is a amicable place where students smile at each other, think again. Here is some advice from my high school experience.

Tony grew up with to the best upbringing and home life. When he was younger his father left him and his family behind and he has not had ay contact with

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

Most of my early life was rough. We moved a lot, and my parents fought and got a divorce, and my sister and I were always pushed and pulled from one parent to the next. After the divorce and even some before, my father was

I had a good life before this day. I had a husband and two children, two girls they were eight and twelve, everyone always said they looked like me. My husband was a good man he cared for us with his whole heart. We were a very normal family, Two working parents, kids in school, living pretty comfortably. I had a job at a financial firm by the name of Cantor Fitzgerald, as a child I was always good with numbers, math was my favorite subject, so when I was struggling

The first thing i learned about Tony was his family life. Tony is a 16 year old kid whos was born on December 24th 1999 in Mcgee hospital He prestenly lives in Irwin, PA in a ranch home by West Hempfield Elementary. He has a 13 year old brother Shawn. He likes to pick

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

When I graduated from high school, I submitted my application to BYU. I believed that I will surely get accepted from them because whenever I set a goal, continually pray to God, and put my best effort into everything, there was always success in my life. However, this time was different. I encountered the first biggest failure in my lifetime that I did not get accepted to BYU. I was very disappointed about the school's decision, and I tried so many times to understand why I could not make it. Being unsatisfied, I started to think that my efforts and achievements during my high school years such as GPA, TOEFL, ACT, and the Seminary work were all in vain. This negative mind even led me to blame God by questioning "how could You abandon me?"

Growing up in a small town where everybody knew everybody was easy except being bullied.My mom was a single parent and doing the best she could with what she had.Our house was taken from us by my aunt and my mom had lost her job.She has a brother in Virginia that allowed us to stay with him in a two bedroom apartment so we moved August of 2013.When i started attending Meadowbrook High School my 9th grade year it was not the best,I locked myself in the bathroom stall at lunch everyday until I made friends. I met my long lost sister in 2014,we had a bond like we was never apart.Then things started to turn for the worse,my uncle got very mad and we had to leave.We went to stay with my aunt that lived in a one bedroom apartment.So you're probably

It all started the summer before my freshman year of highschool. I was estacic about going back to school, which was not very usual for me. However, I was finally a highshcooler! This was a huge step in my life. I could finally go to homecoming, find out who my real friends were, and eventually learn how to drive. I considered myself one of the more "popular" people, which I found a huge deal if your a freshman in highschool. I had a ton of friends and played almost every sport there was. I honestly could not have been happier. At this time in my life I felt as if I was on top of the world, highschool was going to be a breeze and before I knew it I would be going to be at Michigan State University. That was until I found myself on the floor of my bedroom, curled up in a ball while the ocean poured out of my eyes the day before I was suppposed to start school. I had never felt such a horrid pain in my life. I could not breath, nobody was home, and my only thoughts at the time were that my last minutes were going to be on the fuzzy white rug in the middle of the cold

After my period of grieving, I decided that I had to advance my attempts to do well in school and find the path in life I wanted to take. I began to take high school more serious and stopped having a mindset of “this is easy” like I had in middle school. I pushed myself to go above and beyond, but even so I had an extremely hard time adjusting to high school. Facing many adversities, I reminded myself that life goes on and does not stop for anyone. I went out of my comfort zone and overcame my obstacles, so that all the sadness, fear, anger, and guilt would go away. During my high school years I had much more responsibility, since my family knew that they could rely on me more. Whenever my parents are not home, I have to babysit my brothers, if my parents can not take my siblings to a swim practice, violin class, or can’t pick up my brothers from school, I willingly take them even if it means cancelling my own plans or practices. My grandfather always had time for his family and made sure to put them first. He loved us no matter what and knew the importance of having a family. Because of him, my appreciation for family has grown and taking on this responsibility that my parents have given me the opportunity to grow into a more flexible, understanding, and independent

Never had I ever thought that in what seemed to be a safe and diverse school, they would have such cruel, ignorant and heartless people. A place where I was bullied by 5th grade year by my own classmates, the people that I thought I could trust. It broke my heart when I got the news on the same day that I was being called a lesbian that my father could have passed away from a serious incident. My father would always pick me up from school, until that day, I waited for a while until the school police officer took me home. For a second I thought he might have just stayed at work to work overtime. In my head, I was just uncontrollably making up theories as to what could have happened to my father. Hours passed and still no sign of him, my mother

I used to be indecisive. I always chose to hang with friends instead of doing homework because I thought friends are the most important until close to the end of my freshman year in high school. I was failing all my classes and told by my counselor that I would have to repeat the year. I was speechless, it totally woke me up when I heard this. I thought it was shame to repeat high school and couldn’t accept it. Ever since the talk with my counselor, I accelerated and focused on my school work. however, my dream kept me going when I understood the process to get there.