Before this becomes a pity party, I just want to say these are my problems. I appreciate the empathy but I would you rather you go give helpful comments to other users and say great things to them.
It all started in late September.
I was playing a football game- a variation, and there was a heated fight. My neighbors are like my brothers, you say you don't like them and never want to see them again but you really would care and be concerned if something terrible happens to them. It was my neighbor and my brother (the neighbor and I have trouble agreeing) and my biological brother. We fight A LOT. I was with my neighbor, all the coaches call us "Power Duo" because of the connection between us during athletic games such as basketball, football, soccer, and more. We still fight a lot and he's nine, but we usually play on the same team and him and his brother fight a lot. The opposing duo was insulting me about every time I may or may not have scored and it annoyed my neighbor to the point where he said "Okay, let's all three okay against her." I won. He went back to help me and it angered the others to the point of inflicting harm. I was the victim, slammed across the ground as a screamed. I was only trying to protect him. I open my eyes to see my neighbors fighting and my brother's foot coming down onto my stomach, and my dad running out yelling. "STOP!" I scream, trying to signal the sound was painful.
Long story short, I was all dizzy and getting bad headaches. I returned to school the next day, walked in a classroom and almost gave up. I kept going, but I missed my Membean for the week. I only got thirty out of forty five. This was impacting my academic performance.
I want to bring out the best in myself. I try hard, and give everything my all. I do try but I'm not perfect. These past weeks have been difficult. I got a C in Pre-Al, and I'm taking elements of algebra next year. I want to learn a lot. I want to, but sometimes you just can't. Sometimes you try too hard, but don't let that voice get into your way. I'm doing twenty (at least) push-ups every night and I'm trying to avoid going to the doctor at all costs... sometimes you make bad choices. I'm in the process of making one.
During PE we did something a bit dangerous. Resistance running. We had a band and one person would step into a strap and the other would step in and run. Blah blah blah and this happens. The girl I'm with is super mean and never pays attention. When the teacher says "DO NOT GO PAST THE LINE" about fifty million times because your partner is going to get a concussion and bust their face, I imagine you may care the slightest bit. She did not. I was pulled and I was trying to sit in, but I fell forward and saved myself with my ankle. It bent and I won't go into deets. I played and did a lot of painful running. I didn't tell the teacher because I was being hard on myself. That's how I train myself.
This seems pointless and unrelated, but guess what- this is affecting me. My LA teacher doesn't like me and pounces on any chance to show me that. I try hard, I do, but I can't. I ha.te saying that because I can. Sometimes there's a hurdle in between you and your goal. This hurdle is as high and Mount Everest. As I'm in the process of jumping this mountain/hurdle (same thing lol) I'll need a break. Working efficiently to get high honors and get into TIP.
So HS, I'm sorry, but I'm leavin.g. Not forever, but I'll be on much less. I just...
I'm still happily coding but I'll be on less. I LOVE coding and the message of HS and I'm in a robot club for girls at my school my friend started, but sometimes we all need breaks. I'll still help but I'm caught up in life's storm.
Also, I'll NEVER quit. I just don't. It's not me.
And I need more practice on my alto sax, something happened to a trumpet player that makes me want to practice even more.
The teacher said "We don't have time for mistakes, I don't have time to listen to them. Go pack up and watch the band play."
Those words made me almost cry. I felt terrible. Sure, he never practices, but I'm just in awe.