Personal Narrative: Gathering Of Neurotypes

I grew up, and always have been, odd. I am not saying that I was raised by wolves, or my parents are spies, and I traveled the globe hunting down foreign enemies. I wish. I was just naturally odd and quite unusual for my age. By odd, I do not mean I collected bugs from my backyard and thought I was a wizard, or from another planet. No, I just did not fit in. I was interested in topics that appeared boring to the rest of the world. I was an atypical specimen lost in a gathering of neurotypicals.
When I was younger, I changed the fundamental properties of my unique nature to conform to the way I was supposed to act based on the meaningless opinions of my peers. It was quite idiotic of me to do, and I instantly regretted my moronic decisions …show more content…
Throughout a person's lifetime, they will search to discover their purpose and sense of being. The only place I ever truly felt grounded and confident in myself was Studio Arts. I have been attending the studio since I was in the first grade. I thrived in the old Whataburger building where tremendous pieces of art was being created. I met innovative and creative human beings who were transforming the world with the stroke of a brush and a calculated mixture of primary colors. An artistic fire was lit inside my soul. I found refuge in a pencil and blank sheet of paper. I could express the intricate workings of my complex mind without even uttering a single word. My talent grew phenomenally. I began to compete in numerous art competitions and contests. At the end of my seventh-grade year, I began to participate in a pre-portfolio class at Studio Arts to create a portfolio to apply to Booker T. Washington High School of Preforming and Visual Arts. I then participated in a portfolio class in the summer and continue to participate in it. Throughout my involvement in the class, I have met some of the most extraordinary human beings who have transformed my world and how I view myself. I began to understand myself and felt free of the labels and stereotypes that chained me down. I belonged to these people and to this place. We discussed things that mattered and things that did not and we found joy in the smallest of things. We found beauty and adventure in the of smallest things. When I was there, I was truly living. I felt