Who ever had said that "the hardest thing in this world is to live in it," was enlighteningly accurate. Most people endure some sort of hardship in their life, and many of those people grow stronger from those experiences. I am one of those people. Though I may not be an orphan, nor have I dealt with one of numerous other tragic experiences, my childhood was not all "sunshine and rainbows".
As many kids are, I was raised in a broken home, alternating between my mothers' house and my fathers' from the age of five. While at my fathers', he would home school me to the best of his capabilities. This lasted until the age of eleven, at which time I moved in with my mother permanently and started public school. Due to the fact of how advanced I was for my age, I was enrolled in the seventh grade. However, the one concept that was not fully considered or was ignored was the fact that I had little to no social skills. Just two weeks later, after the fresh start at this strange new way of life, my beloved stepfather passed away from cancer, leaving me in an emotional state I didn't understand. Even with the tragic events that had just occurred, I still managed to stay in public school, maintain my good grades, and fight the ongoing pressure and mocking set on by my peers to be like them. My mind is strong, and my will is as great. No one has power over me (except my mother, of course).
As many kids are, I was raised in a broken home, alternating between my mothers' house and my fathers' from the age of five. While at my fathers', he would home school me to the best of his capabilities. This lasted until the age of eleven, at which time I moved in with my mother permanently and started public school. Due to the fact of how advanced I was for my age, I was enrolled in the seventh grade. However, the one concept that was not fully considered or was ignored was the fact that I had little to no social skills. Just two weeks later, after the fresh start at this strange new way of life, my beloved stepfather passed away from cancer, leaving me in an emotional state I didn't understand. Even with the tragic events that had just occurred, I still managed to stay in public school, maintain my good grades, and fight the ongoing pressure and mocking set on by my peers to be like them. My mind is strong, and my will is as great. No one has power over me (except my mother, of course).
