A bad day doesn’t mean you have a bad life. A good day doesn’t mean you have a good life either. You could have tons of bad days, but it doesn’t mean that you have a bad life. You could have a good day but that doesn’t mean you have a good life. I wish I understood this sooner. I wish I thought it was only temporary sooner.
My freshman year was one of the worst years of my life. I’ve accepted it and I am moving on from it, because that is the only thing that there is left to do. I’ve made mistakes, but they make great lessons for me now. I’m not proud of that year but proud of the person I have become because of it. My grades did not show my learning ability whatsoever. I was and probably and average low B, high C student. I wasn’t really expecting …show more content…
She was the type of person that if your problems weren’t as bad as hers or worse, she didn’t care. I felt like i couldn’t tell anyone what was really on my mind. People would ask me what was wrong all the time or ask me how I’m doing with everything. But I knew they didn’t really care. They were just being nice and I knew that. I honestly never felt so alone. So, I started reading a lot. I would get home from school read my book and then I would look at the time, realize it’s past twelve and then go to bed. I at like a bird. I never wanted to be home so I went to “best friend 's” house every weekend. I didn’t even feel like myself. I always used to want my parents to be divorced because of double everything. I would give up “double everything” just to have my family back together. I never realized how hard it would be to get used to. I would sometimes forget assignments at my moms and have to turn it in late. I would get so nervous going to school because I just knew I forgot something. I knew I was developing anxiety by the way I always studdered and bit the skin around my nails. My hands would shake all the time. I would get nervous over little things that I shouldn’t be nervous about yet. I remember I was taking a quiz in biology and I held up the paper to look at the question more closely. I couldn’t even read the words because my hand was shaking so bad. It was like I was looking at it crossed eyed. I looked around the class to see if anyone noticed what happened. I was lucky everyone was too focused on their quiz to
My freshman year was one of the worst years of my life. I’ve accepted it and I am moving on from it, because that is the only thing that there is left to do. I’ve made mistakes, but they make great lessons for me now. I’m not proud of that year but proud of the person I have become because of it. My grades did not show my learning ability whatsoever. I was and probably and average low B, high C student. I wasn’t really expecting …show more content…
She was the type of person that if your problems weren’t as bad as hers or worse, she didn’t care. I felt like i couldn’t tell anyone what was really on my mind. People would ask me what was wrong all the time or ask me how I’m doing with everything. But I knew they didn’t really care. They were just being nice and I knew that. I honestly never felt so alone. So, I started reading a lot. I would get home from school read my book and then I would look at the time, realize it’s past twelve and then go to bed. I at like a bird. I never wanted to be home so I went to “best friend 's” house every weekend. I didn’t even feel like myself. I always used to want my parents to be divorced because of double everything. I would give up “double everything” just to have my family back together. I never realized how hard it would be to get used to. I would sometimes forget assignments at my moms and have to turn it in late. I would get so nervous going to school because I just knew I forgot something. I knew I was developing anxiety by the way I always studdered and bit the skin around my nails. My hands would shake all the time. I would get nervous over little things that I shouldn’t be nervous about yet. I remember I was taking a quiz in biology and I held up the paper to look at the question more closely. I couldn’t even read the words because my hand was shaking so bad. It was like I was looking at it crossed eyed. I looked around the class to see if anyone noticed what happened. I was lucky everyone was too focused on their quiz to