School Paper: Defining Moments

Defining Moments

My first “defining moment” isn’t a moment, but a series of insignificant moments that have greatly shaped who I am. All through elementary school I was picked on and bullied. There is no significant moment or event that stands out, just this: my early school years were horrible. There isn’t one name that shaped me into a person. There isn’t one rumor or look that people harassed me with that can be defined as a moment. I’m not sure this counts, but this is m first defining “moment.” The way I looked at myself because of this was negative. Every name and rumor and look screamed at me and made me feel worse than I already did. Then it stopped, which leads me to my next moment.

The summer after grade 6 I moved to Orange County, California. Sunshine soaked golden state of California. The cars were expensive and the people were rich. This was where I was spending grade 7 and 8. The first day of school I was nervous, and I had the right to be. After everything I been through, to me, these new kids were just more people to make fun of me. My second defining moment is not the move, but what the move lead to. In grade 7 I learned more than what they taught me in school; I learned to be funny, to make friends, (not to be popular) but to be myself. I knew nearly every person in the school, in a good way. I had friends for the first time in a long time. The end of grade 8 left me looking to the future, and looking at my self, in a positive way. Then the events that spiraled into moment 3 started to occur.

We moved the summer before grade 9. A new school with new cliques and new problems. Most importantly, no friends. I was going into highschool with no friends. I was nervous yet again, but I made friends. I made friends and became really close to a clique of my own. These were my new friends, but highschool is about drama and this is what I got. At the start of the second semester I got into an argument with two of my closest friends. I was “kicked” out of my clique. This is where the 3rd (and most important) event in my life takes place. I meet a girl in English class, her name is Breanne (not that that’s important to anyone but me.) I few days after I met Breanne I wrote her a poem. I gave her the poem and she gave me a hug. I asked her if I could sit with her friends, because I was friendless, and she said yes. The 3rd defining moment in my life was meeting Breanne. She makes me feel like I’m worth something. It’s hard to describe, so I won’t try.

The three defining moments in my life: being told who I’m not, finding out who I am, and being loved for it.