Patrick told me to “quit being a baby and get over it”, well that shut me up and the rest of the car ride was spent in silence. At this point, I was upset. The situation made me feel like even though we spend so much time together, he didn’t know me at all. Patrick has said things like this before but never with the seriousness that he had now. I know that part of this is my fault, and I’m really disgusted by both of our behavior, why are we acting so immature?
I kept confusing the days of the week and forgetting there order. I was just a child, so it never occurred to me that I might have had a learning disability, and continued to struggle by myself in class. It was not until some time after my first year of schooling, that an elderly woman who worked in the school with children with disabilities approached me. She said to me, "Please sit down so we can get to know each other better". At first I did not know what to expect of her, and chose to listen to what she told me to do.
I was made fun of daily and got beat up multiple times, mostly by Dick. If it was not Dick bothering me, it was his friends. I would make up excuses to my mom so I would not have to go to school and have to deal with the constant abuse, but even that did not help. Dick would take pictures of me when his friends would give me wedgies and post them on Facebook. I never caught a break.
Don’t give in to the noose, a fate that so many weak and not intelligent people have fallen to before you. Despite what you think, you are loved, you do have friends, you do have family, and you can have your dream of a wife, house, car, and a little extra money saved up. Seeing your interaction with your dad was quite confusing. It was hard to tell what emotions were going on between the two of you. He began criticizing you and everything you were doing, looking at you even biting your nails as weakness but around half of guys in their teens still bite their nails, hell I still bite my nails at age 19.
-Benvolio Dear Journal, Later In the day my uncle if i had seen his son (my cousin) Romeo. I of course had no clue where he could be, but i was glad that he wasn't in the fight. As we were talking out of no where Romeo just shows up. My uncle and aunt were both talking about he has been acting all depressed lately and i was just starting to notice that. I then headed over to him and started to talk to him and learn why he
When I returned home a week later I found out that my supposed best friend was dating my supposed boyfriend. I felt so betrayed that I avoid her as much I could until one day I could not hold back. Let me tell you I went at her like a dog chasing a ball. We started to yell at each other and saying the rudest meanest things we could think of at the time, everyone that heard would have never thought we were such close friends before. After that day we did not speak for about a month and during the month of not talking we would spread rumors about one another to try and hurt the other person.
Amir was in the corner of the alley, not having enough courage to stand up for his friend that is soon brutally abused. From then on, he lived with his guilt for many years. His shame is complicated by his own realization that he partly doesn’t help his friend, precisely because he is jealous of him, as well as being a coward. Soon his own shame drives him nearly crazy and in desire to end his pain, he sets Hassan and his father up for a shame so great they have to leave the home, which will seemingly free Amir of his
When I eventually transferred to public schools, the issues that everyone overlooked because they were not an obvious problem for me really came back to haunt me when I was assigned any sort of extensive writing assignment. I continued to take reading classes in public school. Fortunately, I managed to get through my English classes and graduate high school never expecting to have to write any sort of paper again. While I thought that to be true for the first two years out of high school, that proved to be a poor mindset to have. June
And I now was going to middle school where things hadn’t quite changed , as bullies kept getting the best of me but during those times , my mother said something to me that I will always remember , “If you don’t know them personally , don’t take it personal.” , these words made me disregard all those harsh words. During these times , I used to come across people who never really gave us anything but always expected us to share with
Reasons why we like or don’t like English Well this starts in Mexico when I was in a school named I.I.M. It is a very strict school and I still can’t get how to define the subject, verb, noun, pronoun and my parents tried to teach me, but it just hasn’t gotten stuck in my head. Many times I think that I’m retarded because a little kid can do that and I am in ninth grade and I still can’t get that stuff in my head. That’s one of the reasons that I don’t like Language Arts because I can’t some things that the teacher wants me to do. So right now it’s getting harder for me to get “A’s” on the English class and if I don’t get an “A” my parents are going to ground me because they think that I’m not doing my best.