Hello everyone, I hope you are having a fantastic week because I am getting ready to hammer my history courses home with 2 big papers that are 2000 words each. I am in the steps of researching and coming up with my argument, while waiting for response of my grades for assignment 3. Hoping it is a great turn out.
So today’s topic is something I don’t really like to talk about, but it is that stage of life that is important to many of us. And that is our teenage hood. This is the step in life where you begin to find yourself and explore who you are. You start to grow up and become responsible, independent, mature and the many more adult things.
For me, I am in my last year of being a teen. Nineteen. You start to have more freedom. No more parents telling you to do your homework, or clean your room, and the many other things that they can’t control anymore because you are an adult. This seems the luxury, but let me flash back to the beginning years of teenage hood. We were once the awkward teen who was lost in this weird world. I was one of them. I was that person who was confused of what I really wanted to do. The grade 2 Brigitte was that rounded child who love sports, geography, history and the many more non-fiction novels about the real world. While the rest of the kids were outside playing on the playground, gossiping about what happened at the Co-op (the townhouses that many of the people lived), playing grounders and many more. For me, you can say I was the outsider and as soon as grade 8 rolled around, I had made some friends that I never talk to anymore because we all grew up and went to different high schools. Being that my parents didn’t like the high school I was suppose to go to, with all the bad influences and everything in-between, they wanted me to have a fresh start at life. Might I tell you, my family moved right after I got back from my 6 month trip to Malaysia. In a way, my parents wanted to have a better learning environment. But honestly, wherever you went you have to deal with the same type of person.
High school was a rough one. I remember hating it and wanting to transfer. Funny I was with my friend about a day ago, and we talked about how we both hated the high school and had to put up with the hockey academy guys who though they ran the whole school. Yeah I still hate a hand full of them, but don’t need to think about those idiots until the 10 year reunion. Lets be honest, I probably won’t remember any of them at all. I would say that grade 10 was the lowest point, I would always come home upset but I would try to keep my hope up that I would get out of this tunnel that I call hell. At that point I realized that I needed to stand up and face these idiots. I needed to also distract myself from all of this through sports. And honestly, swimming had created an outlet for me to take my aggression and I am so glad I got to be a part of a team that put up with me with all of these things. Although there were some incidents with one of my team members trying to call the shots.
Whatever. Back to my story. I have learn to realize that, there are so many people in this world who are jealous of who you are, what you do, and what cool opportunities you are going through. And I have also realized that, I have to overcome some of the people who kept telling me, “I can’t do this.” I take this phrase seriously, because things are possible when you put your heart and soul into something you love. You can’t let anyone tell you what to do because, IT IS NOT THIER LIFE, IT IS YOURS. Even until this day, when people tell me that I don’t this or I can’t do that, I swear I will prove them wrong. Those words don’t mean anything to me. I have proven that I am capable to do anything. Whether if it is traveling, overcoming a big test or dealing with people I don’t like, I’ve done it all. My mood started to brighten up when the opportunity came up for me going to the Nation’s capital and fulfil one of my bucket lists items in 2012 was the most rewarding thing in my life. I came out with a friend who accepts me for who I am and has the same passion of mine. Politics. Now I don’t care when people say, you can’t be a politician or a lawyer, or whatever. I still get those words today. Honesty, if those people don’t accept who I want to be, then beat it. Prove them wrong. That’s how I got through my teenage hood. I proved everyone wrong when I said I am going to be a leader. Laugh at me because of my height, how I dress or the mistakes I make. We are all human. Get used to it.
Grade 12 was when everything started to fall into place. If I could re-do my senior year, I would do it. Hard work pays off. I was able to go to Ottawa again, in 2013 and meet a lot of friends that I still actually talk to. About 8 of them actually. I’m just glad to have them in my life. And if you are one of them who is reading this, you probably know who you are. Honestly, you guys have supported me through this past year and I can’t thank you enough. You made my days better when I had a hard day, you make me laugh on snapchat and I can always count on someone(s) who understand me. And I thank you.
19 is going to be a rough year. Second year of university will be tough. By the end of it, I will be entering into my 20s and be half way done my undergraduate degree. I’m going to power my way through, just like I did in high school. And those same words will still follow, PROVE THEM WRONG. And overcome the people who say I can’t do it. That’s pretty much how I got through everything so far. So how did you overcome your challenges? Leave it in the comment section below.
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