Sunshine In the Storm
big eyes but nearly blind
That One Time In French Class
In high school, you would think meeting your soulmate would be by being exposed to a crowd, such as parties, group hangouts or house parties. I met mine in French class—a guy who has been in my class for two years. We might have exchanged hellos and fist bumps. It was a typical pandemic day where some students were exposed to the virus and had to take a two-week leave and stayed home for everyone's safety. That happened to my best friend, a girl sitting beside me. This guy then sat in the seat next to me. Surprisingly, his intent was to ask me if he could use me to cheat in class, what a classic lazy bum.
Unfiltered Journal Entry
Receiving low high school grades typically entails a student who has little to no college potential, according to some. From the 10th grade to the 12th, I worked two jobs solely to avoid the pain of going home to my not-so healthy parents, and to use it as a distraction in a way. People nowadays spend their days in the gym to do that sort of stuff, but overworking is what I chose to do back then. Years of complaining, breakdowns, and parking in the middle of nowhere screaming in my car was the therapy I needed, to act normally in school and at home. Before I get called spoiled for having a car in high school, I bought my first car off Facebook marketplace for about a thousand dollars. My family refused to get in it, and my friends feared my lack of driving skills, and the fact that they were riding in such a deadbeat car. My high school was filled with rich kids, everyone I knew who had a car had received it from their parents, and it was usually the fancy car brands like Mercedes Benz, or BMW’s. Call me ‘jealous poverty’ but I hated seeing them not face the struggles I had to simply transport places.
How to: Turn Your Life Around
My mother once told me depression didn't exist. I was a nine-year-old developing mixed feelings about the world while growing up with parents screaming and throwing plates at each other. Hence, the depression I suffered at the time and many years after that. By the time I reached high school, I had found people with similar family issues. There was no denying how messed up we were due to all the trauma thrown at us.