I didn’t not know what I was expecting. On the first day of high school, I stepped into a crowd of students, waiting to enter the building that would become my second home for the next four years. I didn’ not know where I would stand among these highly accomplished individuals, or if I would even amount to the standards set before me. Self-doubt began to fester inside of me as soon as I stepped through the front doors.
I expected less and less of myself as time went on. I repetitively used the excuse that I was competing against the smartest students in the city, and that not doing well was to be expected. These low expectations caused my grades to plummet, and with my grades, my self-confidence fell too. By the time I was a sophomore, I was on the verge of failing all of my classes. I fell into a state where I believed that I couldn’t do anything with my life and there was nothing that I could do to change it. This toxic mindset bled into the other aspects of my life, inside and outside of school. My social life was nonexistent and my relationship with my family deteriorated to a point where I almost decided to run away. I hit rock bottom. …show more content…
I was about to give up. Then one day, I stumbled upon an article about a photographer: Jamie Livingston. What caught my attention was that he took a polaroid each day from 1979, until his death in 1997. These thousands of perfectly framed polaroids were surprisingly simple but manage to capture so many emotions. I was instantly inspired and decided to save up to buy my first camera: a Nikon D3200. Not long after, this plastic box filled with mirrors became an extension of my arm. I took it everywhere I went and even began to go out of my way, just to take some
I expected less and less of myself as time went on. I repetitively used the excuse that I was competing against the smartest students in the city, and that not doing well was to be expected. These low expectations caused my grades to plummet, and with my grades, my self-confidence fell too. By the time I was a sophomore, I was on the verge of failing all of my classes. I fell into a state where I believed that I couldn’t do anything with my life and there was nothing that I could do to change it. This toxic mindset bled into the other aspects of my life, inside and outside of school. My social life was nonexistent and my relationship with my family deteriorated to a point where I almost decided to run away. I hit rock bottom. …show more content…
I was about to give up. Then one day, I stumbled upon an article about a photographer: Jamie Livingston. What caught my attention was that he took a polaroid each day from 1979, until his death in 1997. These thousands of perfectly framed polaroids were surprisingly simple but manage to capture so many emotions. I was instantly inspired and decided to save up to buy my first camera: a Nikon D3200. Not long after, this plastic box filled with mirrors became an extension of my arm. I took it everywhere I went and even began to go out of my way, just to take some