The number of people in my family living in the same home as was different depending on what point in my life we are talking about. It was always just my mother and I or my mother, …show more content…
Something I would later come to regret. When I started the school was called Dore Academy, when I was ninth grade they changed the school’s name to The John Crosland School, after a large donor. The school was for students with learning disabilities. When I was five years old I was diagnosed with dyslexia after having to repeat kindergarten. When I started at Dore Academy, I did much better in school and I made new friends. I always had friends there and I always did well there, so I never left. It was not until eleventh grade that I wanted to leave. I started to realize that the course material was easier than other schools and that I felt like I was being socially impacted by the fact that the school was so small, only about 100 students K-12, and by the fact that a lot of the students at the school had disabilities such as Asperger’s that also inhibited them socially. I had no opportunity to take AP classes or join real school clubs. This made me very concerned about applying to colleges, because while I did have good grades, I was never able to challenge myself with harder classes. I also felt like once I got to college I would be behind. My top pick school was NC State because I wanted more than anything to become a veterinarian and NC State has a vet school, also because my mother would not let me apply out of state, partially because it was more expensive, but mostly because she did not want me to be far …show more content…
I think is probably because my mother put so much emphasis on it from before I was even born. My mother had always wanted a little girl and when she found out she was pregnant with a girl she purchased dolls and toys she wanted as a little girl. I was never a girlygirl and my mother always criticized me for this. I never played with any of the dolls she had purchased because I was more interested in my stuffed animals and my art supplies. I never wanted to wear pink and I really wanted short hair. I thought that girls had to have long hair because my mom always told me that only boys have short hair. I was always jealous of them because I wanted short hair so badly. When I was in first grade, I remember telling people that I wanted to be boy. No one ever took me seriously. I don’t think I really wanted to be a boy, I just wanted to be able dress like them, have the same toys as them, and have short hair and to my knowledge the only way to have those things was to be a boy. As I grew older the more pressure my mother put on me to dress and do typical girl things. When I was in seventh grade, so approximately 13 or 14, she told me if I didn’t wear make-up or jewelry people would think I was a boy or a lesbian. When I turned 12 I was expected to wear lipstick to school and when I was 13 I was expected to have my nails