One week Later. Hopefully, last week's issue regarding my list of impacts have caught the interest of many of you. It has been an interesting first week of my 20 years at life. I'll go into details about that later, since it actually has served as an impact. But nonetheless, here is the conclusion of this two-part series.
High School cont.
Referring back into part one, high school would lead me on a downward spiral. I could not handle the pressure of being proven, about 22 times of the vast amounts of people that can/will be better than you in life. My perfectionism would get the best of me throughout these times. In fact, this would lead to my biggest downfall.
It was the last two weeks of my senior year. Everything went well in the case of preparations for the graduation ceremony. Our luncheon served as our awards ceremony, including the announcement of who our top 10 students were. The school failed to recognize me for the one award I got from that event; regarding my perfect attendance. My mother and I were quite upset and she pressured me into asserting myself to get it. The last week of the year was focused on the ceremony, which would involve marching. The stressful part for me was that the adults did not listen nor care about me demanding for my award, including the counselor of all people. This is where my emotions began to boil. Perhaps the last straw of this whole occurrence was my Assistant Principal. She threatened to keep the class there for an arguably long time. Well, I'm near my tipping point in anger and I ended up screaming and shouting about just wanting my award. Security came in to solve the problem, and it could have simply ended there, but the Assistant Principal wanted me out of there. Eventually, I spoke to my Principal and everything got resolved... or so I thought. I attempted to apologize to my Assistant Principal the next day, but she wouldn't accept it unless it was in her office. Now that was quite disrespectful, especially since it was my first offense, and I at least tried to apologize. Unfortunately, it wouldn't end there. She didn't want me to march, and I lost the last good thing I could've gotten at the Ag School. I couldn't handle the stress of that. I called my therapist about how I contemplated to commit suicide that night. My nurse overheard and before I knew it, I ended up going to a mental hospital for a week.
Emotions
Based on how high school "ended" for me, you can see how my emotions get the best of me. I'm a very emotional guy, who also has a habit of bottling it up and exploding like a ticking time bomb, much like I did back at high school. In turn, I believe that with each experience, whether good or bad, it helps me grow.
Friends
Speaking of growing, my allies have each made some sort of impact on my life somehow. Good or Bad, each friend of mine has taught me something valuable about life, and of course there are the memorable events that come with them. These are the people that are here for you when you need them. Better yet, these are the people that you can consider family.
Wow! I thought this would be the last part of the series, but I hadn't realized that I would write so much. So without further ado, I'll have to give this article a third part. I can guarantee that this will be the last one of this series. See you next week.
