Things were never given to me, I always had to go and get it. From paying for everything in my closet to paying for my own closet, I never had much support from my parents. It wasn’t even “parents” I lived with my verbally abusive mother until my dad finally to the country when I was in 5th grade. He scolded my Mother whenever she did something that was appropriate. My life was pretty good then. I had many friends and had a 96 average and even got accepted into The Bronx High School Of Science while was the second highest high school to get into during the time.
Suddenly my life took a wrong turn. My Mother lied about my Father and got him arrested saying that he was physically abusing her, and they filed for divorce. After that my life went back to the miserable hole it used to be. I was always bothered while studying or doing my homework. I was constantly crying myself to sleep because I knew I wasn’t performing to my full potential in school. I was always getting 70s and some 80s. It was even harder to manage school because I played for the basketball team(which only 7/150 people get a spot to). Basketball was one of my huge stress relievers and a healthy habit.
At the May of Sophomore year I realized that I had symptoms of ADHD and got medication for it, It wasn’t until the beginning of Junior year I got the proper dosage that I needed but medication wasn’t enough to work to my full potential. I was verbally abused at home nearly everyday. I was never given the chance to hangout with my friends. Anything I wanted I had to pay for with my own money including my phone, clothes and my phone bill. Just when everything was getting together and my mom was calming down I suffered a concussion that left me unconscious for 30 minutes and broke three of my teeth. I missed around two weeks of school because of that and my average dropped around 10 points because the semester just started and I wasn’t there to take the tests or do the homework. The day I came back to school I suffered a seizure and had to take another week off school and that affected my grades even more. It didn’t end there. I suffered 4 more seizures that month until i was prescribed medication.
At this time most would give up. A non-loving mother, constant health problems , going through a divorce , having your grades slip during to being in the hospital. That isn’t me at all. I won’t give up. I begged my teachers to let me makeup the work and they said they will do enough so I can pass the class at least.
This is why I am in love with the idea of independence and having my own setting where I can study undisturbed. People are way more than a 90 on a test or a 1450 on the SAT. I was able to get into the second highest high school in the state when I had the proper environment. Why can’t I thrive in College? I just need the right setting to do well. Hopefully colleges will see that you are more than your GPA or test score will give a chance for this individual who has been through many hardships.