Acceptance
In my life, I have tired my hardest to make those around me accept me. I have attempted to make friends not by being myself , but by being who I believed they wanted me to be. It took me a long time to realize that just by being myself, my life much would be much easier and others accept me just the same, or even more. I stepped into the room and a sense of not belonging immediately came over me. It was my fist year in the I.G.C. (The Intelligently Gifted Children's program) at Public School 107, Queens. I was in the fifth grade, but the rest of the children had been in the program since the first year it started, the fourth grade. As you could imagine, the "groups" were already established. This was the defining line of me being the "different" one, and them being the "cool" ones. Through the year, I dealt with being ridiculed by my fellow students, especially a girl whose name was Janelle. She was a pretty little rich white girl who felt that she was the head of them all. As I would sit at my desk, I'd hear the whispering and quiet giggling, while feeling the cold stares seep through every part of my body. She would tell all the other kids how ugly I was and how stupid I was. I guess she got a kick out of ma
This was especially upsetting to me being that at the end of the year I was moving to Brentwood, Long Island and I probably wouldn't be able to see my most of my friends ever again. I joined the cheerleading team and as many other clubs as I could. In the sixth grade, I wanted to have a better year and to fit in. My parents had also been especially happy knowing I was now in the honors program. I had to stay home and do my home work, and study as much as I could. Thus my attitude, being one of not caring, allowed me to do my best and my hardest. That caused my teacher to tell my parents I was lazy. I didn't have to try anymore, and everything had worked out better than ever. A new school meant new people and a new atmosphere. As the year went on my hard work paid off, and I became one of the best students in my classes. I didn't want to be the "nerd", so I didn't let anyone know how smart I really was. But then I started to believe them, becoming more and more stressed and unable to maintain my good grades.
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