Being the oldest sibling, and having parents in their own little world I had no one to tell me or guide me. I had to put all my effort possible into everything that I did in high school. And I never settled for mediocre. Well, at least I tried not to. In my experience, I have found that as long as I had put my entire being and soul into trying something, I ended up feeling better about myself, no matter what the outcome was. But, even then I felt alone as a tree in a barren field.
In my years of high school, I spent my summers wishing I was at school but, even at school with the uprising of gangs and being a minority was hard. I do not know what was better to be at home or at school. Either way I felt like a step-child in a house full of people I did not really know. I knew I had to make a plan to succeed so I planned on being part of the world I did not like. I put more effort into this than anything else before. I never made the team of being a family member but I made the team of various groups at school. I guess you could say I belonged to a team no matter if it was good or bad, but you could say was more bad than good.
After looking back over the years of failures or can you really call it that? Maybe you can just call it a learning experience, something that has molded me. I look back at my failures as if I just got a ticket and the cop just drove away. Yes it happened, pay the price and move on, I would tell myself.
I knew that I trying my hardest at the game of high school. I never walked off...