If you were to look back on your high school career, what advice would you give to someone beginning your high school career. (Simmons)
During the end of my sophmore year at high school, I was stuck in something like a quicksand. I was already in trouble with the administration about certain things that pertained over the course of the weekend after our quarter break. This in itself was a very patrionizing experience but the more towards the end of the semester I got, the worse my problems began. My friends had lost money right after getting their pocket money and I was accused of stealing that money. I understand people had the right to suggest that I was the one who stol the money as I was the one saw their door open and told someone to call my friends back into dorms. Apparently, I had said I wanted to check to see whether my notebook was in their room rather than I wanted to go check to see whether my Romeo and Juliet novel was in their (which was the one I was looking for). The point of this is not the fact that I was accused to stealing money, it was the idea of how I got there.
When I was a new student at Woodstock, during fall of 2007, I was not liked by many in the beginning. As I had come back to Asia after living in the United States for more than 3 years, people teased and taunted me about my accent and about the way I pronounced things, which I clearly didn't think I had a problem with. People called me American instead of Nepalese and told me that I didn't understand my culture and that " [I] should just go back to America." I didn't quite understand why people were on me about this but I just let it go, and didn't let it affect me. Then people started calling me "cocky." Before Woodstock, I didn't even know what that word meant. I told someone my honest opinion about the way she looked, and clearly she didn't like it. So after that day, I was labeled as the cocky "American" girl who doesn't know anything about her Nepali culture and has a bizzare accent.
I was so preoccupied with the idea that I needed to fit in and I needed to be like everyone else. That was where I went wrong. The taunting and teasing that I got during middle school, although mild, affected me in my high school life. I felt it to be a new experience where I could meet new people and be a new self where people would accept me. But instead of people liking me more, the friends that I had started betraying me and talking behind my back like there was no tomorrow. They would always have something to talk about. There was one girl who would call me "lunjamunda" in her language everything I walked past her. To this day, I don't know what that means, and I've become the person who doesn't care what she's called anymore. I'm assuming it must be something like a "slut" or a "bitch". I was sick of people treating me differently and I was sick of being the nice, "pushover" Spreeha and wanted to be liked by people. So, I started becoming like everyone else but didn't stop at that. I lied to my best friends, I talked about people just like everyone else, and I told stories. I changed into something completely different and couldn't even see myself in the mirror. I was mean to people and people realized that I was just fake.
At the end of last semester, I apologized to one girl who I never really got along with. We talked about a lot of things and she shared something personal about herself to me. We were going great and I was enjoying her company and I was happy that things had slowly started changing. I felt that she could potentially be a good friend but I never gave her a chance. She was sweet and empathetic. But after people accused me of stealing she told one of my other friends "I knew she was faking it all along anyways." I was hurt by that but I didn't blame her for it and I knew where she was coming from. It got to a point where my best friends went and sat in a room with people who we don't get along with, to gossip about me. The way I tried to fit in, led me to be worse than the rest and gave people the chance to attack me when they could.
The lesson learnt here is that it's always best to be true to yourself. There is no need to be anyone but yourself. There will always be temptations and there will always be drama, but to show that you're stronger and wiser than the rest, you have to stay true to who you are and stay true to who you want to be. Don't give people the oppurtunity to doubt you. Build your character, your emotions, and your actions that will shape you into one of the top most people among your friends, your family, and your society.
Number of Words: 836
NOTE: Sorry that this is extremely long Mr. Plonka.
During the end of my sophmore year at high school, I was stuck in something like a quicksand. I was already in trouble with the administration about certain things that pertained over the course of the weekend after our quarter break. This in itself was a very patrionizing experience but the more towards the end of the semester I got, the worse my problems began. My friends had lost money right after getting their pocket money and I was accused of stealing that money. I understand people had the right to suggest that I was the one who stol the money as I was the one saw their door open and told someone to call my friends back into dorms. Apparently, I had said I wanted to check to see whether my notebook was in their room rather than I wanted to go check to see whether my Romeo and Juliet novel was in their (which was the one I was looking for). The point of this is not the fact that I was accused to stealing money, it was the idea of how I got there.
When I was a new student at Woodstock, during fall of 2007, I was not liked by many in the beginning. As I had come back to Asia after living in the United States for more than 3 years, people teased and taunted me about my accent and about the way I pronounced things, which I clearly didn't think I had a problem with. People called me American instead of Nepalese and told me that I didn't understand my culture and that " [I] should just go back to America." I didn't quite understand why people were on me about this but I just let it go, and didn't let it affect me. Then people started calling me "cocky." Before Woodstock, I didn't even know what that word meant. I told someone my honest opinion about the way she looked, and clearly she didn't like it. So after that day, I was labeled as the cocky "American" girl who doesn't know anything about her Nepali culture and has a bizzare accent.
I was so preoccupied with the idea that I needed to fit in and I needed to be like everyone else. That was where I went wrong. The taunting and teasing that I got during middle school, although mild, affected me in my high school life. I felt it to be a new experience where I could meet new people and be a new self where people would accept me. But instead of people liking me more, the friends that I had started betraying me and talking behind my back like there was no tomorrow. They would always have something to talk about. There was one girl who would call me "lunjamunda" in her language everything I walked past her. To this day, I don't know what that means, and I've become the person who doesn't care what she's called anymore. I'm assuming it must be something like a "slut" or a "bitch". I was sick of people treating me differently and I was sick of being the nice, "pushover" Spreeha and wanted to be liked by people. So, I started becoming like everyone else but didn't stop at that. I lied to my best friends, I talked about people just like everyone else, and I told stories. I changed into something completely different and couldn't even see myself in the mirror. I was mean to people and people realized that I was just fake.
At the end of last semester, I apologized to one girl who I never really got along with. We talked about a lot of things and she shared something personal about herself to me. We were going great and I was enjoying her company and I was happy that things had slowly started changing. I felt that she could potentially be a good friend but I never gave her a chance. She was sweet and empathetic. But after people accused me of stealing she told one of my other friends "I knew she was faking it all along anyways." I was hurt by that but I didn't blame her for it and I knew where she was coming from. It got to a point where my best friends went and sat in a room with people who we don't get along with, to gossip about me. The way I tried to fit in, led me to be worse than the rest and gave people the chance to attack me when they could.
The lesson learnt here is that it's always best to be true to yourself. There is no need to be anyone but yourself. There will always be temptations and there will always be drama, but to show that you're stronger and wiser than the rest, you have to stay true to who you are and stay true to who you want to be. Don't give people the oppurtunity to doubt you. Build your character, your emotions, and your actions that will shape you into one of the top most people among your friends, your family, and your society.
Number of Words: 836
NOTE: Sorry that this is extremely long Mr. Plonka.
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