Posting My High School Essays!

Growing up in a small town did not give me a variety of surroundings or environments. I was raised on the West side of town, which was also known as the “bad side.” As odd as it sounds my family lived around the corner so I always had them around, but maybe that was a bad thing. Both of my last names had bad reputations especially for fighting. It wasn’t a surprise that when my grandma would come over twenty minutes into our visit she would receive a phone call saying something happened. That’s my dad’s side, that’s one story and my mother’s is another. Her family was always arguing, and to this day they still argue. In all honesty my siblings and I are the odd ones out and I am totally okay with that. We don’t do drugs, we don’t fight, and we don’t steal. My father raised us right. Another down side of living on the bad side of town was always seeing people in handcuffs, cops passing by our houses with the lights on, the ems rushing to our neighbor’s house because someone had been stabbed. At one point I did have neighbors my age who I had the chance to grow up with. They were nice kids, but they didn’t have the best life because of their dad. Sadly, he fell under a drug addiction, and they couldn’t handle it and moved away. After they left so did he. Months later someone new moved in. No kids my age, a bit older though, but someone I didn’t want to associate with. They had dirty money, and well word gets around fast in a small town. Weeks after they moved in, so did the people who gave them the chance to make that dirty money. Cars passing through out the night, and all day stopping there at least 3 times a day. I was scared honestly, I didn’t like to be outside I always assumed only bad people stop there, and I didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. Time passed and I became less scared, so I started going out more. I spent most of my time at home, then at school. I had friends but I never liked going out, I didn’t like socializing. I was very shy, and quiet, and it didn’t help that the family I grew up around gave my last name a bad reputation. I would be rich if I got paid for every time I heard “ Oh your related to them..? I hope you don’t cause us any trouble” I talked to my dad about that sometimes because it did make me sad, and I always thought I was going to turn out like them. Finally in middle school, I started taking advanced classes, and my parents pushed me to do good. I started getting more involved with school. As a surprise my family also pushed me. They gave me advice not to turn out like them and to finish school. My hopes and dreams are real, I want to be something one day become someone give my family a new reputation a good one at that. I want to have a great life so that my kids will have a great life, I want to raise them the way my parents raised me and I sure as hell am going to push them to follow their dreams and their hearts wherever that maybe. My parents did that for me so now I am going to try my hardest to succeed and become who I AM supposed to be.