Growth in autonomy
Never will I forget the difficult year in the first grade at the Gerrit Rietveld College (GRC). Alone and insecure did I step into the Hallway of this giant building. I was the only one from my class at Primary school who went to this school. Therefore, it was very scary to open up and make new friends. It became fast clear to me that I was different. I was one of the few who did not adapt themselves to fit in. The group-culture at this school was enormous, but I did not concede. It ate me up from the inside out and my self-esteem reached its lowest point. For all that, I kept my self-pride and trusted on my own taste and common sense instead of following the mass.
In the second grade, I transferred to the St. Bonifatius
Never will I forget the difficult year in the first grade at the Gerrit Rietveld College (GRC). Alone and insecure did I step into the Hallway of this giant building. I was the only one from my class at Primary school who went to this school. Therefore, it was very scary to open up and make new friends. It became fast clear to me that I was different. I was one of the few who did not adapt themselves to fit in. The group-culture at this school was enormous, but I did not concede. It ate me up from the inside out and my self-esteem reached its lowest point. For all that, I kept my self-pride and trusted on my own taste and common sense instead of following the mass.
In the second grade, I transferred to the St. Bonifatius