Forget Myself

Throughout my childhood, I’ve endured an alcoholic father, being sexually abused, and coming to the realization that I’m gay. While inherently some of the biggest hardships in my life, they don’t compare to the struggles I created for myself though my mistakes. When I started high school it dawned on me, there was a strong possibility of becoming valedictorian. I’d always been a very good student and received all A’s at the end of the first quarter of my freshman year. Unfortunately, I…

Have you ever just thought that you’re the only one that’s going through something and forget that everyone is too? Well that’s me I’ve never felt that before because I had everything, at least that’s what I thought. Then all of sudden my parents got divorced,I wouldn’t see my dad as much and my mom found someone else she had another child, who I really 2love. That wasn’t hard to face what really was hard to face was and still is, was watching my mom leave with my baby brother. This was a…

have to be very, very confident in my teammates and myself. Doing and telling myself this, motivates me to get through anything. This helps me in the real world, especially at school; when taking quizzes or tests I must quickly remind myself to be confident. Another big lesson I carry with me in my everyday life is to never give up. Sometimes at cheer practices, we have rough and hard times, but it has to finish one way or another. Telling myself and teammates to not give up, pushes us to our…

Question A: I learned how to challenge myself and excel my IB traits. I excelled my IB traits by becoming more communicated and balanced. I became balanced by making sure I completed both my work and sports so I wouldn't fail. I communicated by talking to my family and friends for help with things I didn’t understand. I challenged myself by taking this class, and I challenge myself every day because I try to understand new concepts and strategies. Question G: Yes, going to college is a goal…

I went through a lot, and this was a memorial day for me. This isn’t something that I can forget. People were hurt, killed and abused, for what they believed was true. Some try to forget, but it’s what they have to live with. Because of who want to forget this, we will have it again. We shouldn’t forget it. It is something that everybody is going to keep in their mind; something so cruel, will not be forgotten! MY train of THOUGHT When I was six years old I met this awkward little boy in…

soon broke into tears as my hard work was now covered in water and the ink on the pages was smearing. I was unbelievably angry at her. While I was fuming and trying to dry off my soggy workbook, my babysitter Lauren told me something that I won’t forget: “Cry yourself a river, build a bridge, and get over it!” At first I was shocked at the harsh advice, and kept crying, but that phrase has helped shape my life. Later on that night I realized: I could get as upset as I wanted about my ruined…

it is okay. We are all humans and humans make mistakes all the time. It takes time to forgive someone, but after a while you will forget why you were mad or upset at the person. Sometimes you just have to let things go in order to be happy for yourself. In the Bible, the word “forgiveness” means “to let go,” so let go and let God. Forgiveness is very important to myself because I made a very bad mistake to my best friend, but there were reasons for the mistake I made.…

head because it sounded just what I was looking for; realistic-fiction, with fantasy elements. I eventually bought the book myself. I fell instantly in love with the narrator, beginning with his personality. In previous books, I’d found it hard to relate to characters of the opposite gender, but Henry Denton resonated so well with me. During the first chapter, I would myself smirking, and agreeing with every pessimistic saying he had. As high schoolers, how do we impact our world or the universe…

starting at myself See these same two eyes, see these same two feet I remember you, you who I used to be You still look the same, but you don't hurt like me Look at my reflection, somewhere my affection Disappeared, isn't here, nothing left to say Memories they fading, but I'm the one who makes them So I keep the love close to enough to say What if this life is all that we're given We just can't stop living, scared of what we'll see 'Cause in this world, anything can hurt you Push you, then…

of my home. I can easily search online for art from the 1800’s and allow myself to forget that I am looking at this artwork through a plastic screened piece of technology that would have never been imagined to be created, and acknowledge the reality of the time the art was created. I can say that this claim is true, simply by stating my past experiences observing any kind of art. When I play my cello, I unleash myself into the world of Bach and Beethoven and let my fingers glide through…