Well, its that great time of the year. Students are finishing the year out and going off to have fun in the summer sun. For me, this is a big end of the year time. After May 27th, 2016, I will no longer be a high school student. I will be a real adult!
Not really though, but I have enjoyed my experiences in high school and while making a video about for my English class(still working on it), I wondered how high school was for everyone else. I've gained and lost some friends along the way and it completely turned my world upside down because when I entered high school, I expected to be the shy girl in the back that didn't talk to anyone she didn't know and never got a boyfriend. I was far off with that thought because it ended up being that once puberty hit, I noticed I did make a lot of guy friends(though mostly my friend Anthony would introduce me to) and had plenty of people ask me out, which I found odd because I always thought that what was my best friend, would be the one with all the guys falling for her. That wasn't all sunshine and rainbows though.
Enough about that, how did high school turn out for you?
Not really though, but I have enjoyed my experiences in high school and while making a video about for my English class(still working on it), I wondered how high school was for everyone else. I've gained and lost some friends along the way and it completely turned my world upside down because when I entered high school, I expected to be the shy girl in the back that didn't talk to anyone she didn't know and never got a boyfriend. I was far off with that thought because it ended up being that once puberty hit, I noticed I did make a lot of guy friends(though mostly my friend Anthony would introduce me to) and had plenty of people ask me out, which I found odd because I always thought that what was my best friend, would be the one with all the guys falling for her. That wasn't all sunshine and rainbows though.
Enough about that, how did high school turn out for you?
I "dropped out" halfway in my crappy sophomore year due to a medical condition. Currently I do online school.
Freshmen year was when I was the happiest ever in my life, when I actually had a life, now I'm a wreck of stress and depression.
All in all, it was a pretty cliched experience. You have classes that no one pays attention to. You have your bad grades that you always seem to get. All your friends get into relationships, leaving you as a permanent third-wheel for the rest of high school. You have bullies. Bad lunch food. Unfair dress code. Unnessecary drama. Should I go on lol
Freshmen year was when I was the happiest ever in my life, when I actually had a life, now I'm a wreck of stress and depression.
All in all, it was a pretty cliched experience. You have classes that no one pays attention to. You have your bad grades that you always seem to get. All your friends get into relationships, leaving you as a permanent third-wheel for the rest of high school. You have bullies. Bad lunch food. Unfair dress code. Unnessecary drama. Should I go on lol
High school was the only period up to that point where I actually stayed in one school all the way through (my family's always moved around a lot), but I had a sort of mixed experience. I hung out with the freaks and geeks as a sort of drifter, never exactly a real part of any given group. Over those four years, I steadily learned to embrace my own weirdness and occasionally used it as a sort if shield (for example, taking comments about how certain clothes must mean I was a witch and letting an annoying few boys worry that I'd curse them, even though everyone else knew I was completely harmless). I also learned more clearly that there's some scary stuff in the world, as well as that some things made out to be scary and bad weren't always so clear-cut. When my senior year came, I was also a bit startled when more people started talking to me like I wasn't a total freak. 
Not something I'd necessarily care to repeat, but an experience that I think I benefited from more than I suffered.
Not something I'd necessarily care to repeat, but an experience that I think I benefited from more than I suffered.
I kinda floated from clique to clique during the first two years of high school. I never 100% fit in with any one crowd.
It wasn't until my senior year that I formed my own group of outsiders that didn't fit into any other group much like myself. We were as diverse as we were many.
Other than that my studies, social life, sports endeavors and extracurriculars were pretty uneventful.
It wasn't until my senior year that I formed my own group of outsiders that didn't fit into any other group much like myself. We were as diverse as we were many.
Other than that my studies, social life, sports endeavors and extracurriculars were pretty uneventful.
High school was a pain for me. In my country you can enroll high school(optional) when you're around 16, and then it's for a period of 3 years. I never fit in with my fellow students in school, so I chose a small high school far from my area to get a fresh start. I was put into a class with only 5 other girls and 20 boys. All of the girls were Afghani, and they spoke a dialect of Persian to each other, which pretty much left me out of the girl clique. I tried befriending the boys, but they couldn't get over the fact that I had a female girlfriend - I gave up on them. After being part ignored, part bullied by my class for 1½ years, I changed into another class were I knew a few girls. I never really befriended them, and they brought soooo much drama into my life. Needless to say, I was happy when high school was over, and I wouldn't mind never seeing any of them again.
God, that was depressing.
God, that was depressing.
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After May 27th, 2016, I will no longer be a high school student. I will be a real adult!
Oh shit, I'm supposed to be a real adult!?
Trigger warning violence, ablism, mentions of sexual assault
High school was just... terrible for me.
Some things about me, I wasn't diagnosed with autism until my twenties, I didn't 'realize' I was queer or trans until my twenties (apparently obvious to everyone else), and I frankly come from a long long line of abuse, was poor (still am lol), and had only moved to the area a year before.
I'll try to just point out some general things..
In Florida, I was diagnosed with depression, and put in emotional needs classes where I thrived. I came to Pennsylvania, and there was, at least in my area, no such thing, and was shoved into special ed or into mainstream, shuffled back and forth whenever I did well in special ed and they declared I was too smart for it, then back to special ed whenever I'd fail classes hardcore in mainstream. Now... the thing about special ed is that there are people with severe learning disabilities, be it social and/or educational. It was also...all male, except for my afab (assigned female at birth) self. Certain students also had violent tendencies. I ended up groped almost every day, and other more violent incidents. Not gonna go further into that, but as you can guess, life was hellish in special ed, with teachers who could do nothing about it, or just didn't care to.
Outside of this, in any mainstream class I was in, I was constantly bullied - teachers sat me in the front of the room (because punish the victim/move the victim, not the bully), and my desk would subsequently be surrounded by paper balls, paperclips, pencils, pens, bottles, pieces of chalk, sometimes even scissors, by the end of every class period. Teachers sometimes made a nominal effort to stop it, but by and large couldn't/wouldn't do a thing, and I'd be often sent out into the hall or to the office for being 'disruptive' whenever I complained about the constant things being thrown at me.
Any art I had that I did not keep on my person at all times would be vandalized. Drawn on (usually massive breasts), scribbled over, ripped up, thrown away. But of course they'd ask me to draw things for them when it was to my face.
I was in chorus for one year, one of the only altos who could project at all, and I naturally have a three octave range. Maybe I'm talking myself up, but I'm a very good singer - I made money for the last few years streetside singing. The 'preps' in the soprano section would purposefully mock you whenever you were made to audition for solos in front of the class so that only they got the solos.
Art teacher told me I'd never be an artist because, as a sixteen year old, I drew anime. He actively bullied me in class.
I dropped out after only two years after I was bullied so often, in special ed and in main stream, I was taken out of ALL of my classes and made to sit in study halls all day and thus failed the year. The last day of tenth grade, I had a full soda bottle smashed into the back of my head and got repeatedly kicked and stomped on the floor.
Literally all the bullying was blamed on me. I'm still, to this day (ten years later), working on trying to get past it. I'm honestly still afraid of teenagers - their violent and cruel tendencies, and unfortunately often being mistaken for their own age, so even as a mid-twentysomething I've had teens getting in my face and threatening me with physical harm.
Pretty much all the abuse I went related directly back to my limited social skills and my very apparent queerness, along with my ratty and poor clothing. /SHRUG
High school was just... terrible for me.
Some things about me, I wasn't diagnosed with autism until my twenties, I didn't 'realize' I was queer or trans until my twenties (apparently obvious to everyone else), and I frankly come from a long long line of abuse, was poor (still am lol), and had only moved to the area a year before.
I'll try to just point out some general things..
In Florida, I was diagnosed with depression, and put in emotional needs classes where I thrived. I came to Pennsylvania, and there was, at least in my area, no such thing, and was shoved into special ed or into mainstream, shuffled back and forth whenever I did well in special ed and they declared I was too smart for it, then back to special ed whenever I'd fail classes hardcore in mainstream. Now... the thing about special ed is that there are people with severe learning disabilities, be it social and/or educational. It was also...all male, except for my afab (assigned female at birth) self. Certain students also had violent tendencies. I ended up groped almost every day, and other more violent incidents. Not gonna go further into that, but as you can guess, life was hellish in special ed, with teachers who could do nothing about it, or just didn't care to.
Outside of this, in any mainstream class I was in, I was constantly bullied - teachers sat me in the front of the room (because punish the victim/move the victim, not the bully), and my desk would subsequently be surrounded by paper balls, paperclips, pencils, pens, bottles, pieces of chalk, sometimes even scissors, by the end of every class period. Teachers sometimes made a nominal effort to stop it, but by and large couldn't/wouldn't do a thing, and I'd be often sent out into the hall or to the office for being 'disruptive' whenever I complained about the constant things being thrown at me.
Any art I had that I did not keep on my person at all times would be vandalized. Drawn on (usually massive breasts), scribbled over, ripped up, thrown away. But of course they'd ask me to draw things for them when it was to my face.
I was in chorus for one year, one of the only altos who could project at all, and I naturally have a three octave range. Maybe I'm talking myself up, but I'm a very good singer - I made money for the last few years streetside singing. The 'preps' in the soprano section would purposefully mock you whenever you were made to audition for solos in front of the class so that only they got the solos.
Art teacher told me I'd never be an artist because, as a sixteen year old, I drew anime. He actively bullied me in class.
I dropped out after only two years after I was bullied so often, in special ed and in main stream, I was taken out of ALL of my classes and made to sit in study halls all day and thus failed the year. The last day of tenth grade, I had a full soda bottle smashed into the back of my head and got repeatedly kicked and stomped on the floor.
Literally all the bullying was blamed on me. I'm still, to this day (ten years later), working on trying to get past it. I'm honestly still afraid of teenagers - their violent and cruel tendencies, and unfortunately often being mistaken for their own age, so even as a mid-twentysomething I've had teens getting in my face and threatening me with physical harm.
Pretty much all the abuse I went related directly back to my limited social skills and my very apparent queerness, along with my ratty and poor clothing. /SHRUG
Nothing too descriptive in there, but stuff's mentioned, so figured it needed a warning.
Long story short, Highschool was absolutely horrible for me and I only made it to 10th grade.
Holy crap Tate! No one should have to ever go through that for any reason whatsoever, so I'm sorry that you did 
I'm from a rural little town, so my school was pretty small, there were 56 in my graduating class and we were a "big" class. Everyone I graduated with I had known since kindergarten and a lot of them were like family. I had some great times, and some pretty awful ones lol. But overall it was an experience I wouldn't trade, but I don't miss it like people say you do. "Those were the best days of my life" some people say, I feel really bad for those people. I had the same group of friends through most of it which was nice. Two of them I'm still very close to and I've been out of school for like, 8 years. Anyways
Congrats on graduating!
Congrats on graduating!
Congratulations! Despite the year being 2011, I remember my graduation like it was yesterday.
9th grade was the year I moved to live with my mom and step dad. I figured it was a fresh start at a new school, even though I hate change, but I took a chance after growing tired of my previous school where I was an absolute nobody.
My high school career was very interesting. Some times I miss it, sometimes I don't. I did have some of the best times of my life there. I don't think I would have made it without my gifted education classes, the only places I felt at home and like I could be myself. Most of the teachers I had I felt like were out to get me because of my quiet nature, plus I don't deny I probably often seemed aloof and inattentive, but I did have three amazing, selfless teachers who I loved with all my heart. One of them knew my family was struggling, and paid for me to go with our class to Disney World. I remember crying in her arms. They were there for me to talk to when I had no one else. I spent hours in their rooms even after school was dismissed, I'd draw and paint with my best friend that I had fallen in love with, then found out he was gay. That feeling still tugs on my heart strings. The people at my school were very unique and diverse, I had a few amazing friends and acquaintances. I also remember shoving my bully clear across the hallway and telling him to eff off. I'm very quiet, but never mistake my kindness for weakness. I was never afraid to stand up for myself, anyone for that matter, and knock someone in the face if I had to LOL. I was also diagnosed with severe anxiety in 9th grade, and had fun dealing with that and medications in school for 4 years of course. Some classes I almost failed, some I excelled in flawlessly. But either way I made it, and it was certainly a chore. I've always been very grateful for my experience at that school, for the good and bad times. Those few teachers I favored really opened my eyes to the world and its people, I wouldn't be the person I am without them.
9th grade was the year I moved to live with my mom and step dad. I figured it was a fresh start at a new school, even though I hate change, but I took a chance after growing tired of my previous school where I was an absolute nobody.
My high school career was very interesting. Some times I miss it, sometimes I don't. I did have some of the best times of my life there. I don't think I would have made it without my gifted education classes, the only places I felt at home and like I could be myself. Most of the teachers I had I felt like were out to get me because of my quiet nature, plus I don't deny I probably often seemed aloof and inattentive, but I did have three amazing, selfless teachers who I loved with all my heart. One of them knew my family was struggling, and paid for me to go with our class to Disney World. I remember crying in her arms. They were there for me to talk to when I had no one else. I spent hours in their rooms even after school was dismissed, I'd draw and paint with my best friend that I had fallen in love with, then found out he was gay. That feeling still tugs on my heart strings. The people at my school were very unique and diverse, I had a few amazing friends and acquaintances. I also remember shoving my bully clear across the hallway and telling him to eff off. I'm very quiet, but never mistake my kindness for weakness. I was never afraid to stand up for myself, anyone for that matter, and knock someone in the face if I had to LOL. I was also diagnosed with severe anxiety in 9th grade, and had fun dealing with that and medications in school for 4 years of course. Some classes I almost failed, some I excelled in flawlessly. But either way I made it, and it was certainly a chore. I've always been very grateful for my experience at that school, for the good and bad times. Those few teachers I favored really opened my eyes to the world and its people, I wouldn't be the person I am without them.
So, this is the video I had worked on making for my visual on the essay. All the photos in here were taken between 2012 and 2016. You can really see a change in me form when I started High School to now.
Edit: Sorry for the no sound on the last two videos, I don't know how to add the sound back to them. And the song was my bad attempt at nightcore on one of my favorite songs, Last to Know by Three Days Grace.
My years of Hell(LONG)
Where should I start with this crazy adventure through high school? Well, it is just odd to me to think on how much has changed and how what I expected to happen couldn't be further form what did happen. Though, you probably want me to start form my freshman year or make this a list. I am going to write this lovely essay in a form not used very often for these professional papers. I like to use first person when you ask me about my life and that is exactly what I will be doing. So, sit back and enjoy this crazy ride.
I entered Eagle's Landing High School as a young 15-year-old girl. Many have jokingly say I look almost the exact same as I did when I entered, being 4'11" with long curly brown hair and the same blue eyes with leans in front of them; I would like to disagree with them on that though, I feel like I have aged very much but I am digressing. So, when I entered my freshman year, I had expected to stay mostly the same, hang around the same girls I did in middle school and probably stay single since I wasn't this skinny stick but I wasn't a pile of pudge. It was a shocking change to me, so much more freedom and I had a chance to meet students in higher grades than me, something I never had the chance to do in middle school with their strict rules. I rather enjoyed that and was happy to make new friends though I was considered pretty shy when my friends weren't around me. I usually sat in front of the class, listened to the teacher talk, and focused on getting my work done quickly so I could read a book, pretty close to what I do now. But that year wasn't always fun.
So, I had made a few new friends, Anthony, Marques, and plenty of others, some I still talk to. Now, the big problem was that one of those new friends clearly had a mental disorder that his parents had not gotten him any treatment for. When we met in 8th grade, I didn't think he was anything but a normal guy. But, when we got stuck together in a class, he began to pursue me though I was told by my father that he would disown me if I dated a black guy. I had no problems with him at that time, thought he was funny and a good listener. Oh, only if I saw what was going on in that mind of his. After knowing me for a couple of months, he began telling me these crazy things about me being the life force of the Earth and that I had great powers to be unlocked. Sounds crazy, right? Well, as a naive little freshman, I was too willing to believe it. Since I had spent a lot of my younger life being ignored or pushed to the side, I wanted to feel special and like I meant something. He never gave up on trying to date me and it was an on and off relationship, we would fight and get so angry at each other and he was too tempted by other pretty girls. At that time, I was completely hurt and didn't know what to believe, the real world and fantasy had bleed together and I couldn't stand it.
This went on for three years of high school, all the way until the last two months of my junior year. When I was a freshman, I decided to poor soda on his head on the last day. I had been caught by one of my teachers and he refused to rat me out, still obsessed with me. My teacher let me off with a warning and I went home without the slightest bit of guilt. In those three years, I felt like I was going crazy or I was bipolar because he would mess with my feelings constantly and I kept going form depressed to happy to in pain to joy. It was just a painful roller coaster with him and I hated it. I was still naive, hoping he could change and fix things between me and him. I had dated other guys in the times we weren't together, which gave me the real experience of love or so I thought.
My first boyfriend in high school was named Anthony. I thought he was great while we dated the first time for about three months. We dated for a short time because he broke up with me for being bisexual because his father had a friend who was going to marry a woman who was bisexual and then he caught her cheating on him with a girl a week before their wedding. That kind of fear I could understand and we were friends again for a year. Then, on my 17th birthday, we ended up getting back together. We were together for about seven months and I couldn't really enjoy the relationship. The other guy was backing off as I was getting my grip on reality back but many things had happened. Such as, on November 9th, 2014, I had found out my mother had passed away form a drug overdose that caused her heart to explode. When my dad told me that morning, I couldn't seem to stop crying. I had tried to reach Anthony but he wouldn't pick up so I called my friend Henry, the only person I could think to call because I had already told my best friend that I was tired of her ignoring me and never wanting to hang out with me anymore. He had helped calm me down and got me to stop crying so I could see my older sister and grandfather to talk to them. Now, on the way there, Anthony had called me back to make sure I was okay because I left him a voicemail. I thought it was sweet that he did and told him what was going on. But, when I got there, things only got worse.
My grandfather was civil with my dad and I went to talk to my uncle after seeing my sister, Jessica. While I was talking to my uncle, my sister pulled us all into a hug and said something she shouldn't have ever said. "She tried to be happy, she really did. But she couldn't without her baby." I couldn't handle those words and quickly went to my father to help me, I couldn't stand hearing them. You may wonder why my sister said that to me. Well, since I knew my mother was doing drugs and using me against my father, I told her I wouldn't see her till she got sober when I was 13, that was on November 8th, 2010. I did see her again after Anthony talked to me about how I should try to see her again, which he had said that because he lost his own mother years ago and didn't understand why I didn't see my mother. But that wasn't for almost another three years, when I was getting close to turning 16. That was a big mistake because she went form being over three hundred pound to ninety-five pounds in that time, which was scary to me because I weighed at a hundred and forty-five pounds when I saw her.
Now, these events had changed me a lot and shaped me to who I am now. I don't regret anything I have done because I know it was all in favor to shape me. I am no longer naive to everyone and I've become more skeptical of the world around me. Seeing how drugs hurt my mother, I refused to even go anywhere near anything stronger than over the counter headache medicine, I didn't even want to touch a cigarette. I knew that my family had that history of addiction and I didn't want to fall into that pattern with them. I used poetry and drawing as ways of venting and getting my stress and pain out, I still have ever poem I have written expect two, which one was given to the schizo and probably gone now and one I gave to my current boyfriend who has been the kindest person to me, supporting me throughout my troubles for the last two years we have really known each other. I am very grateful to him for all he has done to help me and for not giving up on loving me when I never thought I had a chance with him.
Now, we come to my senior year. I have enjoyed this past year of high school. I had gotten my mind straight and clear, I have been able to make new friends that were better for me and I grew very close to my friend Ben, who has been a brother to me. This year was one of the best ones for me thus far. I was able to get two jobs, one before I moved and another after I moved. I'm still not fully an adult, I know that, but I do know that I am getting better. I am working to get my driver's license by learning to drive my dad's manual truck. I've been happier this year than I have been in a very long time. My boyfriend, Jacob, has been the best influence on me and I have been able to pass all my classes with out a single problem. Now, I have had troubles at home with my family but they are working to resolve themselves as the year ends out. I have been out more and my parents have begun to accept who I really am and that I won't ever be that girly girl I was as a child. So far, I love my senior year and both happy and sad to leave high school. Happy to be done with school and no longer deal with the petty girls who act like they are the center of the world. Sad to be leaving a lot of my friends behind and that my boyfriend is stuck there another year since he is a junior and a year younger than me. But I am glad that I have met so many good people and made great, long lasting connections with people and now I can say that I will be entering the world with new eyes and confident that I won't fall for anymore stupid tricks by guys or businesses.
I entered Eagle's Landing High School as a young 15-year-old girl. Many have jokingly say I look almost the exact same as I did when I entered, being 4'11" with long curly brown hair and the same blue eyes with leans in front of them; I would like to disagree with them on that though, I feel like I have aged very much but I am digressing. So, when I entered my freshman year, I had expected to stay mostly the same, hang around the same girls I did in middle school and probably stay single since I wasn't this skinny stick but I wasn't a pile of pudge. It was a shocking change to me, so much more freedom and I had a chance to meet students in higher grades than me, something I never had the chance to do in middle school with their strict rules. I rather enjoyed that and was happy to make new friends though I was considered pretty shy when my friends weren't around me. I usually sat in front of the class, listened to the teacher talk, and focused on getting my work done quickly so I could read a book, pretty close to what I do now. But that year wasn't always fun.
So, I had made a few new friends, Anthony, Marques, and plenty of others, some I still talk to. Now, the big problem was that one of those new friends clearly had a mental disorder that his parents had not gotten him any treatment for. When we met in 8th grade, I didn't think he was anything but a normal guy. But, when we got stuck together in a class, he began to pursue me though I was told by my father that he would disown me if I dated a black guy. I had no problems with him at that time, thought he was funny and a good listener. Oh, only if I saw what was going on in that mind of his. After knowing me for a couple of months, he began telling me these crazy things about me being the life force of the Earth and that I had great powers to be unlocked. Sounds crazy, right? Well, as a naive little freshman, I was too willing to believe it. Since I had spent a lot of my younger life being ignored or pushed to the side, I wanted to feel special and like I meant something. He never gave up on trying to date me and it was an on and off relationship, we would fight and get so angry at each other and he was too tempted by other pretty girls. At that time, I was completely hurt and didn't know what to believe, the real world and fantasy had bleed together and I couldn't stand it.
This went on for three years of high school, all the way until the last two months of my junior year. When I was a freshman, I decided to poor soda on his head on the last day. I had been caught by one of my teachers and he refused to rat me out, still obsessed with me. My teacher let me off with a warning and I went home without the slightest bit of guilt. In those three years, I felt like I was going crazy or I was bipolar because he would mess with my feelings constantly and I kept going form depressed to happy to in pain to joy. It was just a painful roller coaster with him and I hated it. I was still naive, hoping he could change and fix things between me and him. I had dated other guys in the times we weren't together, which gave me the real experience of love or so I thought.
My first boyfriend in high school was named Anthony. I thought he was great while we dated the first time for about three months. We dated for a short time because he broke up with me for being bisexual because his father had a friend who was going to marry a woman who was bisexual and then he caught her cheating on him with a girl a week before their wedding. That kind of fear I could understand and we were friends again for a year. Then, on my 17th birthday, we ended up getting back together. We were together for about seven months and I couldn't really enjoy the relationship. The other guy was backing off as I was getting my grip on reality back but many things had happened. Such as, on November 9th, 2014, I had found out my mother had passed away form a drug overdose that caused her heart to explode. When my dad told me that morning, I couldn't seem to stop crying. I had tried to reach Anthony but he wouldn't pick up so I called my friend Henry, the only person I could think to call because I had already told my best friend that I was tired of her ignoring me and never wanting to hang out with me anymore. He had helped calm me down and got me to stop crying so I could see my older sister and grandfather to talk to them. Now, on the way there, Anthony had called me back to make sure I was okay because I left him a voicemail. I thought it was sweet that he did and told him what was going on. But, when I got there, things only got worse.
My grandfather was civil with my dad and I went to talk to my uncle after seeing my sister, Jessica. While I was talking to my uncle, my sister pulled us all into a hug and said something she shouldn't have ever said. "She tried to be happy, she really did. But she couldn't without her baby." I couldn't handle those words and quickly went to my father to help me, I couldn't stand hearing them. You may wonder why my sister said that to me. Well, since I knew my mother was doing drugs and using me against my father, I told her I wouldn't see her till she got sober when I was 13, that was on November 8th, 2010. I did see her again after Anthony talked to me about how I should try to see her again, which he had said that because he lost his own mother years ago and didn't understand why I didn't see my mother. But that wasn't for almost another three years, when I was getting close to turning 16. That was a big mistake because she went form being over three hundred pound to ninety-five pounds in that time, which was scary to me because I weighed at a hundred and forty-five pounds when I saw her.
Now, these events had changed me a lot and shaped me to who I am now. I don't regret anything I have done because I know it was all in favor to shape me. I am no longer naive to everyone and I've become more skeptical of the world around me. Seeing how drugs hurt my mother, I refused to even go anywhere near anything stronger than over the counter headache medicine, I didn't even want to touch a cigarette. I knew that my family had that history of addiction and I didn't want to fall into that pattern with them. I used poetry and drawing as ways of venting and getting my stress and pain out, I still have ever poem I have written expect two, which one was given to the schizo and probably gone now and one I gave to my current boyfriend who has been the kindest person to me, supporting me throughout my troubles for the last two years we have really known each other. I am very grateful to him for all he has done to help me and for not giving up on loving me when I never thought I had a chance with him.
Now, we come to my senior year. I have enjoyed this past year of high school. I had gotten my mind straight and clear, I have been able to make new friends that were better for me and I grew very close to my friend Ben, who has been a brother to me. This year was one of the best ones for me thus far. I was able to get two jobs, one before I moved and another after I moved. I'm still not fully an adult, I know that, but I do know that I am getting better. I am working to get my driver's license by learning to drive my dad's manual truck. I've been happier this year than I have been in a very long time. My boyfriend, Jacob, has been the best influence on me and I have been able to pass all my classes with out a single problem. Now, I have had troubles at home with my family but they are working to resolve themselves as the year ends out. I have been out more and my parents have begun to accept who I really am and that I won't ever be that girly girl I was as a child. So far, I love my senior year and both happy and sad to leave high school. Happy to be done with school and no longer deal with the petty girls who act like they are the center of the world. Sad to be leaving a lot of my friends behind and that my boyfriend is stuck there another year since he is a junior and a year younger than me. But I am glad that I have met so many good people and made great, long lasting connections with people and now I can say that I will be entering the world with new eyes and confident that I won't fall for anymore stupid tricks by guys or businesses.
High school for me? Involved moving a lot because of my behavior and never really having a social life.
Went to... 4 to 5 high schools. Each time ended in me transferring because I had acted out and caused trouble for myself.
Made one good friend during my high school years. Thought we were gonna last until at least the end of my college days. Pfft, three years, a long distance friendship and an arugement over a cat later, we broke it off for good. Still kinda ruminating over it to this day because she was the only female friend I REALLY connected with. (Doesn't help that I had the hugest crush on her either.)
Love in highschool was nonexistent for me... Unless you counted my online adventures and the one boyfriend I had for years until I realized I was bisexual around 13 or so, and he realized he was gay 4 years to 5 years later. He's still my dearest guy friend to this day.
Other than that, do I miss those days? ...Hahaha, fail no. I'm glad that they were a part of shaping me into the person I am today, but the only way I would relive those days is through a "if I had a choice to change my past without affecting my overall future" kinda deals.
Went to... 4 to 5 high schools. Each time ended in me transferring because I had acted out and caused trouble for myself.
Made one good friend during my high school years. Thought we were gonna last until at least the end of my college days. Pfft, three years, a long distance friendship and an arugement over a cat later, we broke it off for good. Still kinda ruminating over it to this day because she was the only female friend I REALLY connected with. (Doesn't help that I had the hugest crush on her either.)
Love in highschool was nonexistent for me... Unless you counted my online adventures and the one boyfriend I had for years until I realized I was bisexual around 13 or so, and he realized he was gay 4 years to 5 years later. He's still my dearest guy friend to this day.
Other than that, do I miss those days? ...Hahaha, fail no. I'm glad that they were a part of shaping me into the person I am today, but the only way I would relive those days is through a "if I had a choice to change my past without affecting my overall future" kinda deals.
Hey I go to the same school!
High school for me was good. Band was my highlight of high school. I didn't make it to marching my freshman year. My sophomore year was when I had to work really hard because of balancing time. I was pretty off with my feet movement. During a club banquet I got "most improved" rookie. I also got academic achievement for physical science my sophomore year. My junior year highlight was a band trip. In my school there are three levels of band (marching band counts as a club): general, concert, symphonic. Symphonic usually went on trips because most people were willing to pay. My class was considered to go. I signed up for the trip. I got to go with the other class and enjoyed myself. Senior year was approaching and my sister was entering high school. It was my final season of marching band. I also tried out another club: Mock Trial. Mock Trial was a nice club to join. I had fun in my high school years despite some road bumps.
High school for me was good. Band was my highlight of high school. I didn't make it to marching my freshman year. My sophomore year was when I had to work really hard because of balancing time. I was pretty off with my feet movement. During a club banquet I got "most improved" rookie. I also got academic achievement for physical science my sophomore year. My junior year highlight was a band trip. In my school there are three levels of band (marching band counts as a club): general, concert, symphonic. Symphonic usually went on trips because most people were willing to pay. My class was considered to go. I signed up for the trip. I got to go with the other class and enjoyed myself. Senior year was approaching and my sister was entering high school. It was my final season of marching band. I also tried out another club: Mock Trial. Mock Trial was a nice club to join. I had fun in my high school years despite some road bumps.
Heimdall wrote:
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After May 27th, 2016, I will no longer be a high school student. I will be a real adult!
Oh shit, I'm supposed to be a real adult!?
Unfortunately comes with the diploma :c Now that I'm like 9 *school days* away from graduation, I can say that it's had it's ups and downs. I've spent my life devoted to band. Admittedly, I'll miss that. I'll miss the marching and football games and learning drills. But I sure as hell won't miss the shitty cafeteria food and (some) snobby teachers. Won't miss spanish either because I have absolutely no idea what is being said most of the time.
macetheace wrote:
Heimdall wrote:
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After May 27th, 2016, I will no longer be a high school student. I will be a real adult!
Oh shit, I'm supposed to be a real adult!?
Unfortunately comes with the diploma :c Now that I'm like 9 *school days* away from graduation, I can say that it's had it's ups and downs. I've spent my life devoted to band. Admittedly, I'll miss that. I'll miss the marching and football games and learning drills. But I sure as hell won't miss the shitty cafeteria food and (some) snobby teachers. Won't miss spanish either because I have absolutely no idea what is being said most of the time.
You can't make me adult!
But my high school years dealt with sitting in class feeling surrounded by people who didn't understand the aspie and trying to hide my awkwardness. I had no face to face social skills what so ever so any friends I had were people who found my weird jokes funny or my odd actions okay. I was in BD for 1 of my classes and honestly I was better behaved they just didn't know how to handle someone with ADHD and decided to put them there. I was often better behaved than the rest of the BD class. (When medicated, when not medicated I couldn't focus so I just didn't care.)
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