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Responsibilities & Pressure
“High school is the best time of your life. Relax and enjoy
it! Oh, by the way, only taking 3 AP courses this year? What do you mean
you are not going out for varsity? You don’t have a date for the
prom? What do you mean you’re cutting your hours at work! Hey, 3
A’s, 2 B’s and a C! What the heck is wrong with you this semester?”
So I’m failing English. I’m never gonna go to England. I can’t believe it. My counselor told me that I can leave school
right after lunch. Our school has this cool thing they call an apprenticeship.
I really think I want to be a veterinarian and, well, they are going to
hook me up. From 1:00 to 3:00 p.m. I work in a vet’s office. I get
to leave this sucky school early and I earn credit for the hours I spend
at the vet’s. Now I get to see what a veterinarian really does,
not just read some stuff in a 20-year-old book about becoming one. Not knowing what the final result of all of my hard work would be was
a constant stressor for me. I didn’t know if I would get into the
colleges I wanted to, and I certainly didn’t find high school helping
me to figure out what would happen after college.
We don’t have time to relax when we get home. We go right to work then get up and do it all over again.* Every year we had this enormous research paper to do in English. It pretty
much took the entire year to do. Everybody hated it, but I have to tell
you, I really learned a lot about organizing information, supporting an
argument, and expressing myself, skills that helped me all through college
and afterwards, too. All I do is work and go to school. I need two jobs to support myself.* The stutter mainly affected me in my English classes. I feared public
speaking more than anything. I feared walking into class everyday, unless
I was positive we were not working on reading a play out loud, or doing
oral presentations. I literally would sweat in my seat, praying I was
never called on to read a part in a play or read a short passage from
a story. The only year I actually talked to my teacher about my stutter
was my senior year. (I regret attempting to just hide the problem in my
sophomore and junior year). English classes were painful indeed, too painful
to describe in words. At times, I felt just dying was better than going
to English class. My strict morals did not allow me to skip classes (something
I got over in college!) so I just forced myself. I would have headaches
everyday after school just because of English class and the fear of speaking
in front of a class. There was the time I actually did well in an in-class presentation in
English because they don’t like people being logical, and I hadn’t
slept in a couple days, so I just rambled nonsense, and they loved it. Throughout my high school experience, I have been a very involved student. Things like being cool and being accepted by the cool kids caused a lot
of stress for me. Also, things like the fact that electives don’t
count enough, that I have to take classes in things that don’t interest
me, parents’ restrictions, being cooler and moving up in your peer
group, or when I don’t like the teacher but need the class. Situations
that I feel I have no control and not enough choices also cause a lot
of stress. When I was playing volleyball and basketball, my grades were actually
higher because I was forced to schedule my time wisely. I was forced to attend a special school for math and science. It only
increased the work load, and kept me in school for a couple hours longer,
which gave me even less time to do the work. My parents were right when they said high school would be something you
need to work hard at to be successful and want for yourself. At 14, you
don’t always realize how important getting good grades are until
it’s senior year and college is staring you right in the face. Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom. Motivation will almost always beat mere talent. There is way too much pressure in class. In order for someone to play
a sport and excel academically, they can only get about five hours of
sleep a night. Most of my classes . . . I just don’t care; I’ll just sit
There is support for the resource kids, the ones who are having a hard time in school. There’s support for the smart kids, who have lots of opportunities. How about some help for kids in the middle?* *indicates material that was submitted anonymously Tips about dealing with pressure and responsibilities. Resources for dealing with pressure and responsibilities. Got a story? Tell us. Click here to find out how. Click here to order a copy of this book. Main story directory & links |
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