The Setup:
Since I could remember when I was three years old, my parents notice my struggle of learning to read. After an appointment at the Psychology Department of San Francisco State, I was diagnosed with a reading disorder. As time continued, the disorder became dyslexia. I've went to speech therapists, tutors, psychiatrists, psychologists and reading classes, yet I still struggle. The first grade was the worst experience I ever had; kids would snicker and laugh at me when I misread a word, I didn't remember learning the alphabet in class, even the teacher wouldn't help me. I was embarrassed and didn't realize how lonely I was till then. Then, I entered Chartwell School, a school specializing in teaching children with learning difficulties. I knew that I was home. The passion from the teachers and staff helped me over come my difficulties making my stronger in academics and confidence. For seven years, I learned to be independent and encouraging toward others. I was determined to use the tools from Chartwell and utilize them in my life.
The What:
High school began, I walked onto campus prepared to do well and meet new people. I've met some childhood friends from the first grade, it's been a while since I've seen them, yet they seem to already have friends of their own and forgotten about me. Classes start, I'm sitting up front ready to learn. It was English class and I volunteered reading a section the book "To Kill A Mockingbird." I've read the book before thinking, "I've got this." One deep breath and a couple of words later, I misread one word and all I could hear were the snickers and laughter from the students behind me in class. I continued reading hoping I could forget about it, I couldn't. I followed me in the back of my mind, I remained silent for the rest of the day.
A few months later, I had P.E. for first period, we were playing volleyball. I got my team, we were on the court and the game started. I volunteered to keep tally; after five minutes, I forgot the score. Two guys on the opposite team laughed and mocked me saying how stupid I am for forgetting. I tried ignoring it, but they picked on me like a tick; I stepped outside and took a few breaths. The next day, they still mocked me, I confronted them about my learning difficulties, yet they remain teasing me. One of them even called me a "retard." The word that taunts me about my difficulties. I hated that word; everyday I would hear students use that word to describe anything that refers to a negative connotation.
Since I barely knew anyone in high school, considering I came from a different middle school then anyone else, I was very alone. I attempted to make friends, but they end up ignoring me, teasing me, or push me out of their group. I pretty much felt rejected from everyone in school. In classes, they would refer to me for academic assistance; I would help, but I don't feel appreciated. It's like I help, then that's it, no thank you or anything. I tried getting involved; I joined clubs and a sport. I ran cross country for two years, yet I wasn't getting any support, even the coach told my find support somewhere else. I joined a few clubs, yet I felt left out in each one. Except for the American Sign Language Club. This is the only club that made me happy, it's pretty much my sanctuary in school. In three years, I went from a member to president on the club. I devoted a majority of my social life, considering I didn't have one, to the club. I organized fundraisers, got supplies, and managed the meetings and members. Although we didn't have much activities during the years, I was proud for what I achieved. Senior year, we had a last day of school party. We performed songs and had fun. The four seniors, including myself, were given a gift from the other members. I opened mine and it was a dog tag necklace with the word "cool" in English and ASL. First glance I felt happiness and appreciation. This was the turning point in my life. Knowing that someone cares makes the four years of loneliness unimportant.
After graduation, we had our Sober Grad Night on campus. I know I was going alone, but I decide to put my guard down and enjoy myself. I danced, played games, and participated in some crazy activities. For the last hour, we had a hypnotist come to perform. He asked for ten volunteers, I didn't hesitate and ran up on stage and took a seat. During the hour I had no idea what I was doing, but afterwards my jaw dropped. I was James Bond kissing the hands of two women, an alien interpreter, I danced for a while, and the finally was that I danced Chippendale's style. As we were leaving everyone commended me of an amazing performance saying that I was the best one up there. As I drove home I made it a goal for myself that in college I won't be afraid to put my guard down, to take new experiences and to not let anyone take my pride away.
The So What:
I haven't been able to tell my story to anyone. I may have told little bits, but not the entire story. This one means a lot, because it's an issue most students and young kids are facing everyday, being left out, bullied and frightened for being themselves. I refer to my experience everyday, because I reminds me to remain strong, that it will get better and there are people who care about you. Growing up alone and confused in a society of selfishness and egos, I was trapped in a corner scared to come out of the dark shadows. After discovering the kindness and joy from others toward me, I realized that I am not a burden towards others. I am able to overcome my suffering with the pride I gain from the support of others. If people continue appreciating and encouraging others, then there would be no worries about who will be bullied in school, why I a child depressed, or is the child hurting him/herself to hide his/her sadness. These issues and tragedies are preventable only if we as a society put an end to judgement and harassment toward others who are different.
The Now What:
Now I want to be a role model referring back to my story to help kids gain the courage to be themselves while leaving everyone else alone. I want to be a teacher, because at Chartwell my math teacher, who have ADD, inspired me that I can fulfill my dream even with a learning difficulty. I also want to be more open about my personal life, because I've bottled my emotions up for so long that I realized that I need to be honest about myself in order to understand who I am better. In order to do this I need to gain social confidence and trust other people. I helped many people, learning about their life and issues, yet I remain keeping my problems to myself and blocking people out of my personal life. I need to trust people, because if I don't I fear that I will grow up alone. Everyday I repeatedly listen to the songs: "Beautiful", "Your Raise Me Up" and "Listen" reminding myself that it's okay to be open and let my guard down, because I am who I am, people do care about me, and I need to let my own voice be heard in order to create a better self image.