I had an intervention this week. No, it wasn't like the TV show, where the family gets all emotional and it all ends with the family hugging them, for they are so proud that they are now a changed person. No, it was nothing like that, more of me backing myself into a corner and shouting, “HEY YOU! Sort yourself out!” It was desperately needed I’ll admit but that didn’t make it any easier. Things had been different lately. For the first time in a long time, I felt lost. It’s been tough being back at my old high school ever since this, “Well we don’t want you at UWC!” freak show… Honestly, I think my teachers are disappointed. I used to have such good relationships with my teachers, but now they are always telling me how sorry they are that I didn’t get in and it just makes me uncomfortable. It had gotten to the point that I was so uncomfortable with all the comments people made. It was driving me into a hole and I couldn’t stand it. Luckily, I found refuge in a place I would never have considered looking for it. I didn’t know what to expect when my teacher held me back after class… I was most certainly not expecting to learn a life lesson. As he called me out on my odd behavior for the past couple weeks, I told him everything. The pressures I felt to do well, the embarrassment of being back after having failed, the crisis in my home life. Funny how my teacher was the only person I could really talk to about this stuff. It felt good though, being able to finally let it all go. The great thing about my teacher is that he can say so little but it can mean the world. It really opened my eyes to what I’ve been doing wrong, and how blind I’ve been.
Here is a picture of one of the walls in my room. It’s the wall I wake up facing every morning.. It has all my goals written on it, so that each morning when I wake up, I am reminded of what I’m getting up for. :)
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