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Autobiographical Essay: All It Takes Is An Opportunity
Once I was known as a girl who was by the many to be "the ugliest, dumbest kid in all of Woodlake Elementary School throughout middle school". Once I was known as a nobody. All it took was an opportunity. The only thing I remember at the time in Woodlake was falling in the mud and no one helping me up, They were just staring at me laughing. I was always pushed around.
I was different so they didn’t like me. I didn’t have a voice, So they would stomp on me. I was so used to being picked on that I would think it was normal. As much as I tried to fit in, I could never be accepted. And apparently, In my deepest memory I remember the teachers not caring if I was in school or not. The Woodlake district was really strict. And tried to keep us on a tightrope. But apparently the teachers are careless in some ways I remember.
All this has changed. When my mom and dad moved out of Woodlake and right into Lindsay with my grandparents. My mother said it was another chance, and another opportunity for a better life.
The first day of Steve Garvey Middle School I felt nervous, scared and worried. Until I met a new friend Susan. That's when I knew that this town could change me.
Lindsay was very different than Woodlake. There was a kind of acceptance in this town I had not seen before. All this flew by fast when I started eighth grade. Kids were maturing in Lincoln Elementary School and a lot of them had some growing up to do. In that school year, I met a lot of my friends that I still know till this day, we couldn’t wait to move on into high school and start off in a new school. We hoped that it be the same.
But Life in high school was not the same. There were so much kids, And I didn’t know a lot of them. So I wandered off and tried to find someone to hang out with. And I found two girls and I started hanging out with them. But, this friendship led to something I did not want for my first year in high school.
All of my freshman year, I stayed in a room with these girls,thinking negative about high school, and for a while I thought people are all the same being mean and selfish. But I was wrong. The only real person that was holding me back was me and my negative friends. I wanted out of whatever I was involved in.
Sophomore year came, And the negative girls one day did not come to school. So I was wondering around the school like a lost soul, until I hear a familiar voice “Hey, Maria! What are you doing? Come over to our table!” I looked over and I saw my good friend in drama class, Destinee Page. She offered me to sit in her table but I acted like if she asked a question. So I went to her table and I felt right in.Since then I became more involved into school activities.
I was different so they didn’t like me. I didn’t have a voice, So they would stomp on me. I was so used to being picked on that I would think it was normal. As much as I tried to fit in, I could never be accepted. And apparently, In my deepest memory I remember the teachers not caring if I was in school or not. The Woodlake district was really strict. And tried to keep us on a tightrope. But apparently the teachers are careless in some ways I remember.
All this has changed. When my mom and dad moved out of Woodlake and right into Lindsay with my grandparents. My mother said it was another chance, and another opportunity for a better life.
The first day of Steve Garvey Middle School I felt nervous, scared and worried. Until I met a new friend Susan. That's when I knew that this town could change me.
Lindsay was very different than Woodlake. There was a kind of acceptance in this town I had not seen before. All this flew by fast when I started eighth grade. Kids were maturing in Lincoln Elementary School and a lot of them had some growing up to do. In that school year, I met a lot of my friends that I still know till this day, we couldn’t wait to move on into high school and start off in a new school. We hoped that it be the same.
But Life in high school was not the same. There were so much kids, And I didn’t know a lot of them. So I wandered off and tried to find someone to hang out with. And I found two girls and I started hanging out with them. But, this friendship led to something I did not want for my first year in high school.
All of my freshman year, I stayed in a room with these girls,thinking negative about high school, and for a while I thought people are all the same being mean and selfish. But I was wrong. The only real person that was holding me back was me and my negative friends. I wanted out of whatever I was involved in.
Sophomore year came, And the negative girls one day did not come to school. So I was wondering around the school like a lost soul, until I hear a familiar voice “Hey, Maria! What are you doing? Come over to our table!” I looked over and I saw my good friend in drama class, Destinee Page. She offered me to sit in her table but I acted like if she asked a question. So I went to her table and I felt right in.Since then I became more involved into school activities.
PSA: Police brutality:Is it police brutality or self defence?
Police brutality is an issue everywhere, but you would not expect police brutality to happen in the safest place possible for children, and that is a public school. Recently, a police officer licence has been suspended because he put down a student during class time. Video footage has been released proof that this officer had brutally put down an African American female student.But students remark otherwise stating that “ This police officer is a cool guy, this student refused to put away her phone and took a few officers to come in the classroom to make her get out of her seat, she refused and started striking the police officer, and he had to use force to put her down.” This problem has led people think that could police officers gone too far? or does the students now gone too violent, and do not respect others?