I look back and reminisce about my past, challenging mistakes, and how I used to be in my younger adolescent years before making it thus far. When I had finally made it to the 6th grade, I found myself lost for words when I lost my cousin who meant so much to me. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to function without him because he was my support system and gave me confidence in my darkest hours. I was young… how could I have known who I was at the time? I was just a kid building up my character going into middle school.
As I moved on to the 7th grade, I found myself tackling a new beginning along with bodily adjustments. I started to become someone I wasn’t by the time I reached the 10th grade, that was my peak of being loud rude, uptight, and not the real me. I used to argue with adults and students everyday as if it were a sport. I came to school prepared for anything such as fights, riots, and leaving school, but I believed that it was necessary to do so since I lived in that environment. Now I see, that shouldn’t have …show more content…
I knew itd kill me inside to leave all my friends, but I needed this change for myself. The more I stayed, the more it broke me. My mom entered me in a lottery to be chosen to go to better school, and I really wasn’t excited about it.
I began to distance myself because I found that it was best if I did. To better myself, I had to leave my natural environment for a new one. After a couple of months, the results we back to see if I were eligible for any schools. I was bent on going to Arabia Mountain since it would benefit me better than Stephenson or Tucker, in which they focused highly on academics. At first I didn’t make, but with long prayers and negative energy tossed to the side, the results changed. I was proud of myself, yet knew that I’d have to make a