The Fight for Freedom My wants had always seemed to take the backseat to my responsibilities, with my parents in the driver 's seat. My schedule was planned and predictable: school, homework, dinner, chores, sleep and repeat. I felt like a robot with the controller in my parents hands instead of my own. My resentment towards my parents grew stronger with every passing minute. I no longer saw my house as a home instead a prison in which I was sentenced to. And to question their parenting strategies would have been my death sentence. I felt like because of my sex and the possibility that I could end up pregnant, even though I didn 't have a boyfriend, the leash was held tighter. I was entering high school and my urge for freedom and …show more content…
Silence filled the air as we moved through stop and go traffic. My father rolled the windows down and heat came rushing in. My father was obviously not concerned about how my hair would look with the wind blowing in. Trying my best to smooth out the tangles that have now appeared my patience was running thin. But it wasn’t until we got to the school parking that my dad said something to me. “Have a good day, and don’t talk to any boys” he said. I rolled my eyes and stormed away from the car and into the gates of freedom. It felt like I was coming up for air after being held underwater by my parents. Looking around the campus I had seen giants and lost puppies searching for their first class of the new school year. It was crowded like the stores on Black Friday. Eventually, I found my class and my two best friends, Nanci and Amanda. I hugged both of them like we haven’t seen each other in ages. We talked briefly about our summers and agreed to meet back at the hill at lunch. As I went through my first four classes my mind drifted away from me. I was stuck in quicksand of envy towards my friends. They had friends for parents who didn’t hold them back from being who they were. No curfews, no chores, no schedules. They both were out of the closet about their sexuality and didn’t have a care in the world about how people perceived them. I was throwing a tantrum like a child in my mind that my life was nothing like
As I approached the front doors of the school with my friends, I was still bursting with excitement, in fact we all were. This was going to be the best 3 years of our lives cause we were in junior high and officially teenagers. The school was the biggest school that we had yet to attend, stretching for miles it seemed like. We saw all of the older, cool kids walking into the school and wanted to be just like them. Then there was
Sophomore year is an in between year. No longer were we freshman, but we did not quite have the pressure of a junior and senior. I came to realize I was not able to be the perfect student, or even the perfect child, I was always perceived to be. Years of being a teacher’s pet made school effortless, I never knew the feeling of getting something wrong. Just like in Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave,” I only fantasised what I thought was real about myself, I was to never present a mistake. I could not mess up for it would mean failure, leading to disappointment. Classes were harder, teachers did not have as close as a personal connection with their students, I struggled with this change. My
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.
I was able to be myself and I felt free. With a few bucks in my pockets, I felt I could buy the clothes I wanted and those skinny jeans I saw at urban outfitters. I came home one day galvanized only to find ambulances outside my aunt's house and my mom on the stretcher bed. My mom has been ill and had an infection that ate her leg. Days I would come home and it smelled like rotting flesh it was her. I spent months with her after her amputation. One of the kids who 've met, she and her mother allowed me to stay at their home, but I was no longer a teen and her daughter who liked me was underage, but they were in need as I was, they had little money and 4 mouths to feed and had just found an advantageous paying job so I figured I help them for helping me. 4 mouths turned into five and I quickly realized I was being played not by the daughter, but by the mother and quickly left them alone and used wisdom, for I cannot help others until I help myself and they were too broken. I saved my money and got an apartment on my own. I take care of my mother who is now disabled and I am taking on the challenges of adulthood. I ride a 2-hour bus to work and back every day. I get up 4 o'clock in the morning and don't make it home until 8pm at night. I feel accomplished an 18-year-old with his own apartment, taking care of his mother, and I might not have a car...yet but it's so close I can taste
When my mom would send me off to school, nobody ever liked the new guy. I felt so scared, and awkward.I was bullied because of the color of my skin. I tended to be a little darker not only because of my roots but because long hard hours working with my dad after school. Resulted of me having sun burns. I was called every name in the book,and it was tough for me. Having to go to school and get treated like an old rag was already enough to what I would come home everyday with. I’d just get home and right away start working with my dad just to start giving us some income. I had to get used to this type of work everyday for the rest of my life. I wasn't so sure even if I even wanted to keep going to school. I mean I was already not caring for school and working with my dad after school. I wanted to drop out. To leave everything behind. I didn't need to keep going. I was a nobody. Nobody wanted me. My classmates told me so many times. I started to believe
“As many as one in three first-year students won't make it back for sophomore year” (“Freshmen retention rate”). It just so happened that I followed that statistic. Many colleges do not care much if students drop out or flunk out once their tuition checks have been cashed (Los Angeles Times).Growing up in a very strict household and attending private Catholic school, I was ready to spread my wings and fly. I was looking forward to that independence, my own rules and living on my own. I was enthusiastic to get started on my college journey. In my mind, I was about to live the dream. I would experience my own place to live, no rules, and get to hang out with friends! Oh, and college, too. I was not prepared to be so distracted
Walking into school on my first day of high school, I felt out of place. My face covered in acne, my teeth covered in braces, and the callicks in my hair stuck up through the abnormally thick layer of hair gel that coated them. My middle school social anxiety still ruled over me as I could barely speak with any member of the opposite sex. Yet, I still had an odd confidence about me. I had always been one of the best students in my class, even without ever studying for a test. I viewed high school as a slight uptick from the curriculum I had easily passed in middle school. I was wrong. High school exists as a microcosm of society, in which I originally failed to acclimate myself to the challenges posed to me in a setting of increased
For the first two years i was filled with anger but didn’t realize it, my junior year was probably the most emotionally draining because that’s when everything came out and i had to talk about my feelings when I really didn’t want to just because I don’t want pity from people, I didn’t want people to take advantage of me and essentially just because I was embarrassed. I had to witness my mom cry, I had to sit there while my sister asked “where’s daddy?” every day. My days were filled with court dates and therapy dates. So I was forced to think about what happened. It caused me to not be able to sleep because I was wishing that i circled “no” instead of “yes”, why I was taking things out on people, I would get scared every time the bell rang, and I would even wait for everyone to fall asleep just so I could cry myself to sleep. No one knows this but I resented my mom a little for bringing this man into the house because this is not the first time a boyfriend has caused chaos into our home. I felt like she could have at least realized what was going on. Before everything came out no one knew what was going and I had no one to talk to and I felt alone and if my mom would have noticed then I wouldn’t have gone through that. I don’t like to use the word depressed because that’s nothing to play around with but that’s how I
During nineteenth century, American society had undergone tremendous change due to the Industrial Revolution and the Civil War, including change of gender role expectations. In the book of the American Family: from Obligation to Freedom, Peterson del Mar (2011) argues that the status of white middle-class women became higher at the end of the nineteenth century compared to the beginning. Indeed, this assertion is supported by the three guides assigned this week. In fact, various components played crucial roles in this situation. Based on the descriptions from Peterson del Mar’s work and evidence from those three provided guides, it is not hard to find that white middle-class women status had increased overtime.
I had never enjoyed school much through the years, and it’s not because of the learning, that’s what I loved about it. I just found myself to loathe the social end of it, as I had went through troubles with that. I had eventually had to seclude myself from most people. But as I came to college, expecting the worse in result getting the best. It has been an experience so far and can clearly see a difference, my attitude towards everything has changed. Before it had felt like I had no friends, but now I feel like I definitely do. High school felt like it was very close-knit, everyone was in everyone's business; it was a little community of its own within a small or medium sized building. At a college community there is just too much going on and it’s not all about what Sally did or what George did, or what they did together. There may be things said and all among somewhere in there, but it honestly does not even matter. Perhaps I am not quite hitting it on the nose of what’s the difference but the feeling is a whole new one and it’s the best kind of change I can find. Although there are still some that stir up the drama that is high school and trivial that could be avoided. Everyone wants to stray away from. The whole experience though, has made me think that maybe life isn’t just like high school despite what the popular saying is, ‘you never get
It was October now and life had changed so much for me. It was so weird being in a dorm room by myself, but I tried to make the best of it. Finny had gone back home to Boston temporarily until he fully recovered. He was supposed to come back in December, but even though it had only been a few months without my best friend it felt like 1,000 years. I had talked to him on the phone once back in September but still I needed my best pal by my side. I was now stuck in my dorm with Leper and Brinker talking about nonsense wishing Finny and I were on one of our crazy adventures.
Entering the high school, I felt more secure than I had felt when I started middle school. Because I already knew so many people from elementary and middle school, having friends in classes at high school was not an issue; however, the academic and extra-curricular expectations were much higher than they had been in middle school. At the high school, many of my peers enrolled in all honors classes. I, on the other hand, took mostly honors classes, but I also selected two academic classes so
In my youth, I was like every other child, completely oblivious to the world round me and the hatred it contained. I was a happy little girl who was a little to clingy to her mother, all though that didn’t last long. I have no memory of my dad between the ages 2-4 considering he was never home. I had quite an imagination so I was always daydreaming which gives me trouble today considering I can’t remember what of my early childhood was real. My parents split when I was two so I don’t have much of a concept of how my parents’ relationship was, although now I’ve come to know that it wasn’t at all good.
In the United States there is something we have fought for a long time to achieve our freedom.In the 1900`s the minority aka “the black slave” were enslaved and tricked .When the emancipation proclamation was signed and released the minority from their enslavement , however the minority did not know how to make a living which forced them to go back to the “white man”. On top of all that many good people died fighting for freedom we never had. Today in we still don't have an equal amount of freedom in the united states. Our freedom should have been given to us a long time ago right,?
I remember going into my freshman year of high school nervous but excited because I thought I’d learn so many new things. Next thing you know I found myself dreading school. Was I being lazy? Was it my lack of motivation? I still can’t grasp why exactly I lost that excitement or that yearning to go to school. I was raised to have the idea that school was a place to learn not socialize. But at the age of 14, what teenagers don’t want to socialize and that’s what got a hold of me. I spent too much time worrying about other things that didn’t involve my education.