As a freshman, I was motivated to get straight A's and become a valedictorian. However, when I got my first B in Biology second semester my world came crashing down around me. In my family, I am expected to be the academic protégé of the family and I was scared for them to find out I could not live up to expectations. As a sophomore, I became determined to become salutatorian, but once again I could not achieve what I had thought to be my purpose. At the end of the year, something clicked inside of me telling …show more content…
For too long I have let my depression take control of me, but from here on out I am in control. I need to accept the bad things that happen in my life because every chip that I endure makes me who I am today. I cannot remember my childhood, and although people tell me it wasn't good I wish I would stop burying my memories. I know now that everything has a purpose and happens for a specific reason. I feel it is crucial to my future that I stop cherry picking the memories I chose to accept that make me who I am. Perhaps what I feel is the most essential to my life, is my closed door policy. It is time I let people into my life and share with them the real me so I don’t forget who I am with all those years of