Personal Narrative: My Life In The Ghetto

There was once a time in my life when I believed growing up hispanic in the ghetto parts of California was considered a recipe for failure, until my family moved to Washington State. While attending elementary school, I the was bullied by the rest of the kids in school, but the teachers never seemed to notice and that made my situation worse and made me feel left out. When I entered high school, I never participated in any school events or sports because I was overweight, and self conscience about what others thought about me. The teachers never treated me the same as the rest of the students because they played sports; they didn’t have to do certain assignments, would be graded better, and even have more privileges than others. I was never really treated like the others because I read Literature and didn’t do sports, until the end of my Sophomore year my Family and I moved to a neighboring town and school, where I suddenly was treated normal and I Began to participate in sports and clubs. …show more content…
So I confronted my bullies and told them it wasn’t right what they did. After I confronted them I was glad with the decisions I made and thanked all the people that made me feel like I was a part of the community. Since then I have helped my sister not go through the tough lessons I had to go through and to get involved. Now I have been an ASB Officer for two years and have joined many clubs and sports teams also including community service. If I had the choice to make the same decision again, there would be no doubt that I would but, I would try to make it earlier in my life so that I could’ve made a bigger impact on students that face similar scenarios that I