The Norm That Changed My Life

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It seemed as simple as another exciting year of horseplay and I eagerly waited for the first day of fifth grade to start. When it did, I sat down and surveyed my new and diverse classmates. I had high hopes for the school year. However, it seemed that even before a week had passed, the norm I was so used to had changed; something strange was happening. I didn’t understand the insults at first. They did not register, as I had never before encountered them, let alone any other type of gibe. “C**** chick!” “Chinese f***!” What did these mean? I did not know at the time. The former, being the most abundant, especially confused my mind. Though I didn’t know what they were at the time, I was able to comprehend the negative connotation…show more content…
This was not who I once was, nor who I had planned to be. And, although this status quo benefited my relationships with others and with myself (to varying degrees), I was still being worn down by the misery of my early adolescence. Having experienced my demons in another form, I was careful not to allow silence to be camouflage for my old dictators. And, through my one year of solitude, I had become ready to be my true self once again. I was prepared to face the test against society. And one day, that test came. Six years following my most prolific harassment, I encountered my nemesis—the human catalyst who had dug his claws into my soul and ripped out what had made me, me. Whether through some otherworldly force or random chance we began speaking about those fateful years, I do not know. It was not a long conversation; it was hardly an exchange of sentences, in fact. But through this brief dialogue he answered the one question that I had burned me for so long. “People always said that I bullied you. Hah. You know I was only kidding,…show more content…
I finally realize how amazing it feels to enjoy going to school and simply talking to those around me, a feeling that I thought would be unreclaimable. I have learned from my now discarded images of bitterness and quietude and become ever more stronger-willed. As Loretta Stewart writes, “Reflections from the mirror give me the strength to avoid the path of my predecessors,” (16). Through my past, I too observed failure and came to rise above and break the cycle. Like her, my own torments came from both outside, as well as inside. However, we overcame our obstacles to be born anew like a phoenix from the ashes. Just as she had years before me, I came, I saw, and I conquered the past. Now, all that remains is to forge a new path into the future. As such, for the first time since my adolescence, I know who I am and who I know I will be. I am the one in control of myself and no one can take away my sense of identity from me. I’m as close to that confident, playful, and cheery child than I have been—the closest I have ever been to my true
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