People always say those same old sayings that everyone knows; something about life being a rollercoaster or the one about sticks and stones having something to do with breaking you. I know the sayings and I’ve heard the metaphors, but it never really seems to fix anything. In my life however I can perfectly align that saying about the sticks and stones and that simile with the rollercoaster to where I am and who I am today. From a young age I knew I was more seclusive, more shy than the others. I never let that hold me back though; constantly seeking out new things to try and new friends to make, my life was just one big contradiction of itself. I’d like to believe that part of the reason I could be so shy yet so optimistic with life is that
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I remember it vividly. Alto Saxophone in hand and standing behind the protective shield of my older sister, the bus pulled into our stop and opened it’s doors. Upon walking in I felt queasy, and distraught. My shyness was kicking in as I walked down the aisle of the over packed bus with limbs of children hanging out. My search for an open seat was concluded as there was not one to be found and with the bus driver’s patience running low, I was forced to squeeze in with another two children unknown to me. I would try calming my nerves and began to introduce myself when I was met with insult. Unbeknownst to me, I was sitting where the older kids were only allowed to sit according to some unwritten rule, and by doing so I sent an open invitation to the butt of the group's jokes, foreshadowing what I was to expect from the students at this new school. From that day on I sat alone, in the aisle, on top of my instrument’s case, not saying a single word. If I didn’t say anything, no one would notice me, and if no one noticed me, no one would bully
I remember it vividly. Alto Saxophone in hand and standing behind the protective shield of my older sister, the bus pulled into our stop and opened it’s doors. Upon walking in I felt queasy, and distraught. My shyness was kicking in as I walked down the aisle of the over packed bus with limbs of children hanging out. My search for an open seat was concluded as there was not one to be found and with the bus driver’s patience running low, I was forced to squeeze in with another two children unknown to me. I would try calming my nerves and began to introduce myself when I was met with insult. Unbeknownst to me, I was sitting where the older kids were only allowed to sit according to some unwritten rule, and by doing so I sent an open invitation to the butt of the group's jokes, foreshadowing what I was to expect from the students at this new school. From that day on I sat alone, in the aisle, on top of my instrument’s case, not saying a single word. If I didn’t say anything, no one would notice me, and if no one noticed me, no one would bully