Something That Nobody Knows About Me

High school could be someone’s most delightful part of their life but for some it could be their worst nightmare. It is the phase where your innocence meets with the cruel real life world. My first step into my high school was filled with high hopes and myriad of dreams but at that moment I didn’t realize it was the path that leads to gate of the hell.

I assigned into the top class and topped my class rankings because of my excellent results however that did not last very long. The pressure of competing with the top notch students was unbelievably real. There was an unhealthy competition occurring between my classmates because everyone wanted to be the one top which led to inadequate communication between us.  Also the environment was very unwelcoming and the fact I was the only Indian girl didn’t help at all .I started to feel insecure and avoided interacting with my classmates.

According to the class seat plan, I was designated to sit at the corner of my classroom alone and it seemed like heaven was working against me because I was also sitting near the window. Needless to say, I began lost my concentration. I will either sleep or daydream about useless things during class period. One day, I was caught off guard by Math teacher while I was day dreaming. She asked me to do a calculation in front of whole class but obviously I couldn’t do since I wasn’t paying attention. Apparently it was an easy question but I had no idea and I couldn’t even ask for friend’s help because I had no friends. It was such an embarrassing moment that I felt like whole class was laughing at me. I lost my last 1% of self confidence that left on that day.

Ultimately, I started to despise going to school , more specifically to that class. I would fabricate lies to my parents about how I’m not feeling well and try to convince them but that trick didn’t work for much longer . I started to skip classes and spent most of my time in school library and jaywalking around the school. I didn’t bother to catch up with my syllabus which made my grade level to drop rock bottom. Eventually, I dropped classes.

The next year, I was assigned to the 5th class but to my surprise my new classmates were friendly and more engaging towards me. I could sense the happiness in the air. At that moment, I was glad that I escaped from a hell pit. The first year of my high school was nightmare for me that I didn’t even bother to share with anyone.