Making friends was always challenging. I was too honest and ruthless towards others, I never took anyone's feelings into consideration because I was just being honest. Just like everyone else, I wanted to have friends, people to hang out with, and to care about me. I thought, maybe the reason I had no friends was because of my honesty and I didn’t know how to control my feelings. The very few people that I did talk to, got picked on for hanging out with me. I went crying to my mom almost everyday. My mom always taught me not to care what anyone says about me because they're not going to be with me forever. I spent most of my time trying to make friends, and my grades got worse. I went to several different schools to see if making friends would get easier and grades would get better. My grades got worse, making friends got harder and I even got nicknames. It even got to …show more content…
It got to a point where I was contemplating on dropping out. The only reason I stayed In school was my passion for sports. I competed in several sports, soccer, indoor track, and softball. It was during the summer of 2014 while playing softball for a club team. I was talking to a childhood friend about why it’s hard for me to get along with others, She said, “Eve the problem is you is you call it the way you see it and sometimes people can’t handle the truth. You're smart, competitive and honest and you shouldn't let people bring you down, they are jealous because you are a very focused and driven person. Stop trying to make people like you, you’re going to be a Junior In high school, don't say anything to anyone mind your business and be kind. Keep everything to yourself, I’ve known you since we were seven. I know why you are the way you are but they don’t, take my advice and you’ll see how everything will fall into place". So I took her advice and I spent most of my time alone and when I was around people I stayed
I am Monise Ghandchi. I am a 17-Year-Old persian girl who holds many personalities. I am energetic, athletic, generous, loud, quiet, innocent, guilty, and etc. However, the youths i grew up with narrowed my presence down to one thought. A single story. Although i’ve wondered, I never actually knew why people at my school wouldn 't interact with me since I’ve always been extremely friendly and generous towards anyone who got to know me. Then again, not many people tried to get to know me. I remember trying so hard to make friends that i have even straight up asked other kids if i could be their best friend. All they would do is give me an odd look and brush it off, ignore me, or shout at me until i went away. Needless to say, my strategies of not
I feel like this was something that I couldn't do because when I was in sixth grade, I was very shy. I didn't speak for myself that much, I wasn't very social. I never really thought about how bad rumors and kept secrets hurt others, until the incident with Melissa and Kayla. After this, I've taught myself to get involved with my school's social community, because I saw the difference from the shy person I was, to the independent and social person I am
I have lots of problems in my life, but being well is probably one of them. My social health was bad but after meeting everyone, I actually like talking to people. As a freshman in high school you can understand the struggle to fit in, especially with the older kids. The older kids always like to put the little ones, but that's what they don't there is nothing you can do about it. I'm not saying I'm having problems with them considering those aren't the people I want to hang out with, it's just many people in the 9th grade can be so rude to each other. Everyday you notice, but mostly hear, people talking about their so called “friends”. I'm going to be honest, that is one of the reasons why I'm not friends with everyone. To me being friends with everyone, that is more people talking about you. I'm told that I'...
I had a few friends including my roommate and I was okay with that. I struggled with finding my identity and self-concept, I valued other people’s opinions over my own. I allowed others to think and make decision for me and not myself, this mentality made me a follower and not a leader. I was also much of an observer rather than a talker which caused me to have fundamental attribution errors of situations. I continued to keep everything to myself until the situation got worse or got to me. When situations really got to me I would lash out which made me very unpredictable. However, I kept myself at a distance in making new relationships with others. At this point of my life I was becoming more aware of my action towards others. I did not want to hurt people all my life because I did not know how to properly express my feelings to others. As a result, of that I would self-monitor myself through the words, tone, and facial expressions I used. I became very frustrated with myself because I began to realize cognitive complexity of different situations and people. Furthermore, I began to feel empathy and understand different sides to people
All my life I wanted to be the “popular girl.” I wanted everyone to like me and be my BFF. I tried to do everything to fit in from clubbing every night to drinking and etc. As a child, I was the little quiet, sweet, nice and happiest person around. I never disrespected anyone, young or old. Because I was so quiet, I got bullied. People started rumors about me that I never knew existed. My name was put in so much drama and the people who confronted me about the drama didn’t believe me when I said I had nothing to do with it. People use to pick on me every day, because I never defended myself. I realized that I don’t have any “friends.” “Fake friends; those who only drill holes under your boat to get it leaking; those who discredit your ambitions and those who pretend they love you, but behind their backs they know they are in to destroy your legacies.” ― Israelmore Ayivor, Shaping the dream
Keep your head down. Walk quickly to class. Don’t talk to people. They don’t want to listen to me anyway. Why would they, they don’t like me. This was eighth grade. No real friends shy, not confident. The only place where I wanted to be was at home with my family. Besides my family were the only people who were there for me when I needed them. This mentality carried over to my Freshmen year of high school. I don’t need friends. I just need to focus on my work and make sure I go to a good college. I felt that there was no need to socialize with other students, Getting to college was all that mattered.
I started out freshman year not knowing what was about to hit me, and ended the school year with a 1.0257 GPA. Through the past two years I have gotten it up to a 2.87 with hard work and never stopping improving myself. I have gotten A’s and B’s every year since then. In class i will be working through a packet faster than most people are working through the first page. They have said things like “wow you are so smart” and mocking things like “oh he's getting it” but all i am really doing is working hard toward my goal of finishing so I don't have any homework. I would rather not talk to friends during class and not have homework, using my strong work ethic, and it has shown in my grades and strong rising GPA. My GPA has been rising while I have had to juggle a job, homework on top of homework and being a student athlete rising up in the ranks of my
During this stage of development, there were many changes going on regarding my social life. Starting in 8th grade, a girl began to bully me. She was mad that I made the volleyball team and she did not, so she began to yell at me in the halls and push me around. I hoped that once we got to high school that it would stop; it did, but not for long. Before I knew it, tenth grade came
I’ve always been a really shy person when it comes to communicating with people I’ve never met in. Ever since middle school I’ve always been the quietest person ever. I was too afraid to talk to a large amount of people. I felt like I would be judged by the way I would talk, therefore, I’d limit my talking in class. The only people I ever felt comfortable talking to was classmates that I already knew from elementary or outside of school. I always felt that I would never make friends for being the way I was, but somehow I made friends along the way.
After two straight days on a bus and ten weeks of training, I was still anxious to experience something that almost no one else would get to do in their lives. This was the first year I would be able to volunteer at a Native American reservation in Stockbridge, Wisconsin. This was a once in a lifetime chance to see what life was like inside a reservation, where not many outsiders were allowed into. As I first arrived, I could feel a significant difference between what their community was like, and what my own community back home was like. A certain disconnect was felt, and I couldn’t help but feel like a fish out of water. Inside the four walls of the brand new community center, I almost learned more in those few days than I’ve learned in most of my life.
I've changed a lot since my freshmen year; I've changed a lot since breakfast, but I never knew why until just a while ago. When I was a little kid, my class mates would always make fun of me. At first I thought it was because I was stupid, then I thought it was because they were stupid, but by the time I was in eighth grade I had firmly identified the reason for my social awkwardness: I was so much better than everyone else at everything that they were all jealous of me. Why not? It was true. No matter how hard they tried they could never produce answers like me... or questions. Also, I needn't bother about trying to get good grades; that wasn't my "style." Whether by Freudian compensation or an empathic teacher's comment, I began to look at other people as being slower, less farsighted than me. Their senses were dulled while mine were too acute to pay attention to little things like assignments.
I was so self-conscious and honestly never thought much of myself; all I knew were the negatives. But I was always nice to everyone though, that was an important thing to me. I believed that if I was nice eventually they would stop with the bullying; this is something I would always say to myself to keep my hopes up. I was surprised though when I began high school; it felt as if everyone had totally forgot about how they would pick on me, it took all this for me to finally realize that I shouldn’t have let that happen to me. It was Friday, December 21, 2012 that I was lying in my room going through my thoughts that I finally asked myself why I don’t feel confident. It was the day I realized that I’m gorgeous, intelligent, and wise and that I shouldn’t think any less and if that anybody had anything to say otherwise I wouldn’t care. It took me all those years of bullying to finally feel genuinely happy, and secure with who I am now and to finally rip that mask off and embrace me. I thank my bullies actually because without them Chisom Stella Okafor wouldn’t be like
I was starting marching band and I the joined drama club. I started making friends who had similar interests as me, friends that I could completely be myself around. These friends that I had didn’t put me down either. When I wanted to audition for a play or audition for wind ensemble, if I was having doubts about whether or not I could do it, my friends supported me, they didn’t put me down and tell me wasn’t good enough. I no longer looked in the mirror and look at everything that was wrong with me. I’m not saying I didn’t have my insecurities anymore, but I was beginning to see myself in a better
In the past sixteen years I have faced various challenges that have molded my personality to as it is today. I went through a very tough stage in my social life when I was in grade seven and eight at the age of twelve and thirteen. I had a group of five friends outside of school, we were always together and they were all very close to my heart. It came to the point where three of the girls decided that they did not want to associate with one other, and I was forced to choose between the three of them and the other girl. It was a feeling of indescribable disbelief and I did not know what to do.
I took a long, hard look at the people around me and figured out what their good attributes were and why they were significant in my life. When I figured out who they were as people and what they could give as a friend, versus what I needed as a friend, I made my decision. It wasn’t a decision that was said out loud or one that was publicized. I just directed my energy towards the people who needed my friendship in return for the friendship they had shown me. When I realized who was a true friend and who was not, it hurt. There was a lot of pain, knowing somebody didn’t care as much about me and my well=being as I had wanted them to. It wasn’t until later, that I realized they could still be in my life, just not as much involved it as they once