Black and blue marks, broken bones, cuts, scars, and burns are what I woke up to before I covered everything when getting ready for school. I liked school; it was the only place I …show more content…
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in middle school sitting at the lunch table waiting for the bell to dismiss us. When the guidance counselor came to talk to me. She asked if I could go to her office after lunch was over. It was a small room with just her desk, a chair on the side of the desk and two chairs behind the chair she sat in. We talked for a while, and I wouldn’t cooperate. After what felt like forever I just finally gave in and told her about the abuse that I was enduring at home. When we finished taking, she got on the phone and called the Department of Children and Families (DCF). She then got off the phone, turned to me and told me I wasn’t going back home. Now, just like that my journey through foster care …show more content…
It’s no wonder why the statistics on foster kids graduating, going to college, and graduating college is so low. How can you possibly do well if you have to keep changing schools throughout the school year? I honestly, don’t know how I managed to graduate high school a year early. Well, the school was my safe spot where I knew I wasn’t going to be hurt there. I always kept school as my first and main priority. I put all my energy into my work. I guess it paid off in the end right? You have to start with the first puzzle piece to get the other pieces to fit. You just have to put your mind to it. It is very