The Struggle “In high school, I was constantly made fun of. That’s what built my character. That’s what makes you who you are. When you get made fun of, when people point out your weaknesses, that’s just another opportunity for you to rise above” Zac Efron. Growing up, I was not the quiet child. Once high school hit that all changed for me until the day I rose above it and made a change in my life for myself. About two weeks into my first year of high school. I was sitting in my first class of the day, Family and Consumer Science, FCS. The teacher, Mrs. Whitley, placed me into a small group of girls in that class to sit with during class. After a few weeks we had all became friends and accepted each other for our self.
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“Okay what would you like to talk about?”
“Well see my dear… I have observed you having a struggle recently. I want to help you, that is, if you want to be helped? Just tell me to stop and I will…”
I just looked at her and waited for her to continue. She pulled up a website on her computer, a website for FCCLA, Family Career Community Leaders of America. She showed me what FCCLA was and what she wanted me to do. By the end of the conversation I was confused. She ended up sending me home with an application to be a district officer for FCCLA.
Later that night I decided to fill out the application, and start the speech for the election that would take place in two months. When I told her I had decided to run her face had lit up with a glow. We both knew it would take a lot of work in that one moment right there as this would be a huge deal for me. I had not talked in front of anyone in so long, but we proceeded.
No matter how many times I tried to drop out, she always knew to push me just a little more to keep me going. On February 13, 2013, I walked up on that stage with nothing but confidence. I gave that speech without a single note card to read off of and killed
A few months into the school …show more content…
“Okay what would you like to talk about?”
“Well see my dear… I have observed you having a struggle recently. I want to help you, that is, if you want to be helped? Just tell me to stop and I will…”
I just looked at her and waited for her to continue. She pulled up a website on her computer, a website for FCCLA, Family Career Community Leaders of America. She showed me what FCCLA was and what she wanted me to do. By the end of the conversation I was confused. She ended up sending me home with an application to be a district officer for FCCLA.
Later that night I decided to fill out the application, and start the speech for the election that would take place in two months. When I told her I had decided to run her face had lit up with a glow. We both knew it would take a lot of work in that one moment right there as this would be a huge deal for me. I had not talked in front of anyone in so long, but we proceeded.
No matter how many times I tried to drop out, she always knew to push me just a little more to keep me going. On February 13, 2013, I walked up on that stage with nothing but confidence. I gave that speech without a single note card to read off of and killed