My ninth grade was pretty cool until the last week of school I let my mouth get the best of me and said some things that I really should’ve not said and because I did I earned the next semester at the alternative school. When school started back I was very sad because I had to go to the “bad” school with all the “bad” kids and I was very nervous. Once I got there it was pretty cool and I really enjoyed it because the classes were smaller and you got more one on one help. My grades went up and my mom decided that I should spend the rest of the year there, which really messed me up because they did not offer any elective classes only the basics . My eleventh grade year was also a disaster because of the struggle of passing my biology state test and I was really distracted and just wanted to go back to the alternative school but my mom and the principle would not send me back.
What he had said got me kind of furious and sad. Cross-country started and our first race was coming up I thought that I would get a good time. Turned out to be that I didn’t get the time I wished for because it was my first year. Through out the year I couldn’t get close to his time at every race. Sadly, Cross-country ended and track season was coming up.
In the fall of 2006, I started my first year of college at the University of Illinois at Springfield. Within my first few weeks there I hated it; not because I was homesick, but because the work was too hard. The social life was great but behind closed doors I struggled with bio-chemistry and my professor was not making it easy, especially since he failed all 6 African American students in the class. Once that happened I decided to have a conference with him to see where I went wrong. He responded by saying, “I was never fond of black people, and helping you was is the question”.
Older people always tell me they would re-do there high school years over again, but not me. Graduation day had to be the best day of my life, finally my senior year was over. I could finally get away from the horrible memories I had and start over. I couldn’t believe I made it through Brennan High School. A lot of people always think Brennan High School is for bad kids, kids that get kicked out of school that might be true for a few but most of us were there for emotional problems.
Bittersweet My impetuous summer of 2006 was coming to a rude halt. Fall was approaching which meant the beginning of my 7th grade school year was peeking around the corner. I was not excited for it one bit only because one of my best childhood summers would soon become a merely faint memory, and to top that off my family was moving three states away from my accustomed life and home. I felt simply bittersweet about the spontaneous move to Virginia Beach my mom surprised me with. Having to moving away from the only place I had known would automatically bring emotional stress; cause me to miss my best friend, and learn to readjust to a new life.
For many years I was scared to go to college because I thought I wasn’t college material. Hearing Capitan Mark Kelly speak about being an underachiever, and a “not so great” student really helped me see that light at the end of the tunnel. When final build up the courage with in myself, I enrolled into San Jacinto College. The only thing that stood in the way was that standardize test. I had to take the entry exam after five years of not being in school.
They would fight so bad in front of me that it affected me with my school work, sports and social life. Everything started getting better until the day my mom moved out and I had to choose who I was going to life with. I went to a divorce counselor and lawyer because I was unable to make the decision. I finally spit the time equally, which was not enough for both of them and ended up making them fight even more and putting myself in the middle of it. Finally sophomore year of high school my biggest support system came into my life, my boyfriend and his family.
Those were the times I felt my family was the closest and they are memories I will cherish forever. When I was 15 my parents got a divorce. It was a long, spiteful, draining divorce and even to this day there are still bitter feelings. It was hard watching my family fall apart and because of that it has made me hesitant to the thought of marriage. It not only affects the married couple but the children suffer as well, if not more.
TIM SCOTT - How Mentoring Changed My Life January 4, 2010 Growing up in a single-parent home left me a bit disillusioned about life. My parents divorced when I was around the age of 7. By the time I entered high school, I was completely off track. My mother was working hard, trying to help me to realize that there was a brighter future, but I really couldn’t see it. So by the time I entered the ninth grade, I was flunking out of high school.
Overall middle school was the worst two years of my life. It was the stage of immaturity, peer pressure, confusion and overprotection. I would do anything not to go back and just skip through everything because I became who I am now in the next five years of my life. Those two years were a waste of time because we all tried to be kids who were cool and hip, now realizing what really mattered. Being