Upon reflecting on my high school graduation, there were countless obstacles deterring me from graduating all four years. Real life hit me at an exceptionally early age, causing me to spiral out of control. Due to my mother’s recurring absences, I was compelled to raise my three younger sisters. As time progressed, it became strenuous to keep up with school and raise three girls. Miraculously, I passed the 8th grade and was about to begin my journey to high school.
Freshman year started off rocky. Tumultuous with my living situation, I tried my best not to let that discombobulate my eagerness to learn and be an enthusiastic student. Many traits I possessed were that of a “good kid”; organized, responsible, and optimistic. …show more content…
That was the year, I finally started coming into myself and getting to know who I truly am. There was a constant struggle with numerous problems my sophomore year, but my sexuality seemed to overshadow them all. Coming out may have been the biggest hindrance to overcome. Coming from a tremendously religious background, admitting I was gay caused a bit of an uproar. For some odd reason, when I finally mustered up the courage to tell my father; he stabbed me with a pencil. That caused me to spiral downward even more. The alienation I suffered from my family after coming out was difficult to cope with, during this time my grandmother was my only sense of comfort. Assuring me that I was still loved by both her and God, she drilled into my head that I’d never be alone. My grandmother was my saving grace, I couldn’t even fathom how my life would be without her, until she died. With a sense of urgency, my younger sister woke me up on Thanksgiving morning of 2013 and said “Greg, please wake up. Grandma is gone.” Hoping it was a nightmare I shut my eyes as tightly as I could, but when nothing changed, I knew it was real life. Perplexed by this enigma, I jumped up and rushed to my grandmother’s room; I got to the door and the first thing I saw was the same expression on every face in the room, melancholia. My mother, aunt, and grandfather were surrounding her bed crying. Hesitantly, I walked through the doorway and saw my grandmother’s
Freshman year started off rocky. Tumultuous with my living situation, I tried my best not to let that discombobulate my eagerness to learn and be an enthusiastic student. Many traits I possessed were that of a “good kid”; organized, responsible, and optimistic. …show more content…
That was the year, I finally started coming into myself and getting to know who I truly am. There was a constant struggle with numerous problems my sophomore year, but my sexuality seemed to overshadow them all. Coming out may have been the biggest hindrance to overcome. Coming from a tremendously religious background, admitting I was gay caused a bit of an uproar. For some odd reason, when I finally mustered up the courage to tell my father; he stabbed me with a pencil. That caused me to spiral downward even more. The alienation I suffered from my family after coming out was difficult to cope with, during this time my grandmother was my only sense of comfort. Assuring me that I was still loved by both her and God, she drilled into my head that I’d never be alone. My grandmother was my saving grace, I couldn’t even fathom how my life would be without her, until she died. With a sense of urgency, my younger sister woke me up on Thanksgiving morning of 2013 and said “Greg, please wake up. Grandma is gone.” Hoping it was a nightmare I shut my eyes as tightly as I could, but when nothing changed, I knew it was real life. Perplexed by this enigma, I jumped up and rushed to my grandmother’s room; I got to the door and the first thing I saw was the same expression on every face in the room, melancholia. My mother, aunt, and grandfather were surrounding her bed crying. Hesitantly, I walked through the doorway and saw my grandmother’s