People sometimes forget that not everyone is capable of a high school environment. People are so focused on succeeding, that they forget that it’s okay to fail. Moving in with my mother was a choice I needed to make. A new house, a new life, a new beginning, it’s exactly what I needed. The drive was to long for me to continue at Durant high, therefore I became the new kid at Lake Gibson High. Major anxiety, mixed with major depression made it difficult for me to fit in and work promptly. Nervous about transferring to Lake Gibson High, I made my best effort to hide it all behind a smile. Always my mother has been able to see past the fake smile, although for everyone else, I was just another happy nobody. Fitting in was something I’ve never accomplished. Anxiety made me breathe heavy. No one noticed me still after hopping off the bus. My black sweatshirt over my head, with my hair veiling my face. “Breathe” I'd mumble before stepping into my first period English class. Taking a seat in the back, my leg bounced effortlessly as I prayed no one would see. …show more content…
The nerves took over my body, causing me to become jittery and have panic attacks more often than regular. I started staying home from school, and if I had to go, I would almost always leave early. As much as she could, my mother tried to help me, nonetheless between my anxiety and my depression; I was losing my own battle. The more days I missed, consequently, the less people cared if I passed or failed in school. When I attended school, I tried to catch up on what I missed, but it was useless. All my teachers had told me that there was no way I could possibly make up all the missing assignments that was piling up. Realizing I was never going to meet the schools priority requirements, I misplaced all urge to