During my Sophomore year of High School, I was struggling with keeping my grades up and depression. I had no motivation that whole year. It was right after the start of the second semester that my parents approached me and made a plan to help my grades. They didn’t know that I was depressed. I never got any help with my depression from anyone but myself. It was unimaginably hard to dig myself out of the hole I was in and required an extreme amount of dedication. I realize that my Sophomore year does not reflect a driven student and I hope you can see that it does not reflect who I truly am. I was still depressed until the summer and I began to lift 4 days a week with the football team. Our coach who was in charge of the lifting program always
