Give Me What’s Mine…..

I Don’t Understand How The World We Live In Works Some Times. I’ve Been Working So Have To Be The Valedictorian Or The Salutatorian At My School And It Seems Like My Principal Has Done Everything In Her Power To Hinder Me. I Have Been In That School Since The Sixth Grade. Shouldn’t She Be Proud For Me To Be On The Top, Unfortunately I Believe She Is Not. So In The End She Succeeded And I’m No Longer Any Of The Two. With Graduation Less Than 2 Weeks Away, The Opportunities I Have Been Reaching For For Four Years Have Been Snatched Away From Me. For A While I Tried To pretend That I Was Okay With Whatever Decision She Came To, But I’m Not. I’m Angry, I’m So Angry To The Point Where I Began To Cry. No One Really Understands Because They View It As Just A Title But It’s So Much More Than That To Me. It’s My Accomplishments, And It’s What I’ve Worked So Hard For. And It Was So Close And The Person That Stood In Between Me And The Thing i Wanted The Most, Has Taken It Away From Me. Why Can’t I Just Get Awarded What I Know I Worked So Hard For? Why Can’t I Get What I Want For A Change? They’re Are Students Out There Who Aren’t Even Focused On Their Education As Much As I Am Or Dedicated And Those Are Mostly The Students Who Think It’s Dumb Of Me To Be Crying Over Something As “Stupid” As A Title. But It’s Different, It’s My Success And I Want Whats Due To Me, I Want My Credit.

My Sensitivity :(

Yesterday I Had To Go To My School To Take My Global Regents (NOT My Favorite Subject) I Stayed Up All Night Studying Preparing Myself For The Thematic Essay.-Fast Forward- So Now I’m Sitting In Front Of This Test Booklet And I’m Just So Confused As To Why They Gave Us A Stupid Theme, Meanwhile The Only One I Didn’t Study. I Told Myself Not To Panic I’ll Do It Last So Could Think. I Do The Multiple Choice, Then The DBQ’s, Then The DBQ Essay, And Now I’m Back On The Thematic Essay. I Look At The Board To See How Much Time I Had Left … 21 Minutes. I Felt The Tears Coming But I Stayed Strong, I Had To At Least Try To Finish. So I Wrote Six Paragraphs Of Crap And Left. As Soon As I Got Outside I Started To Break A Down. I’m Not A Very Good Multiple Choice Taker So I Was Counting On My Essay’s To Help Me Past And I Was So Disappointed. My Friends Were There For Me Trying To Comfort Me While Everyone Else Was Upset That I Was Crying Because The Said They Knew For A Fact I Did Better Than Them And They Laughed At The Fact That They Didn’t Even Get A Chance To Start The Essay… How Stupid Is That. My Achievements Mean The World To Me. People Could Say I’m Sensitive And A Whole Bunch Of Bull But Wherever I Go In Life I’m Pretty Sure I Won’t See Any Of Them There. I’m Passionate About What I Do, And No One Seems To Understand That. I Know I Could Always Take The Test Over, But Failing Affect Me As A Person. I Don’t Think I’m A Failure And I Don’t Think I’m Perfect But I Will Try My Hardest Making Sure I Succeed.