I am a very caring, wholehearted, hard worker. In middle school I struggled with math. I was brought down into the slower classes. The ones for the students who needed more help than the others. I was teased and mocked for being in the “dumb” class as they called it. I felt horrible about myself. I walked down the hallway and felt like everyone was talking about me. A thought popped up into my head right then and there. I would never let anyone degrade me for struggling a little. I went home that day and spent hours and hours on my homework until I understood it. I pushed myself as hard as I could. I was still struggling with the basics of the lesson. My teacher at the time taught it such a way that was different than any other
