Not a genius, yet
Based on the growth mindset*
I slip my bandaged fingers in my binder in the hope of finding something. A paper? Maybe a coin? Or was it, instructions on how to be the smartest kid in high school. When I was fifteen, my parents got divorced, and by the time I was seventeen I was dumped into foster care. I was turning eighteen in less than a month and supposed to graduate. At least, I hope to graduate… On my eighteenth birthday I am supposed to be ready to handle life on my own and move out. But the truth was, I’m not ready for the life ahead of me.
May 23, 2010
I jolted down notes after notes as Mr. Henry talked on the civil war. I felt like the stupidest kid in school. I have only one chance to make it into college and if I cant graduate I wont be accepted to become what I want. I want to be somebody who changes every ones life with there brain. I stopped placing me pencil on my lap. A genius? I thought.. Yes, that's what I want to be. Maybe then people would accept me. And look up to me, not down at me like they do.