By Avery Gaines
When I was in third grade during recess my friend told me to run slower when we were playing tag with the boys because I was outrunning them. She said I was making it too hard for them and they didn’t like to actually be beat. The very next recess I ran as fast as I could.
I ran until my lungs burnt and my legs hurt. I wasn’t about to give in so a boy could feel better about a girl outrunning him. My friend proceeded to tell me afterwards that she couldn’t be friends with someone who doesn’t do what others want. Giving in has never been my forte.
When I got into junior high a boy broke my heart for the first time. He told me I was lanky and that no one would ever want to date someone like me. The next thing I new is that I was in the principal’s office for punching that kid square in the gut. They told me that I couldn’t do that because violence wasn’t the answer. I guess I shouldn’t have punched him but not standing up for myself was not an option.
When I was a sophomore in high school I had a teacher who berated me in front of the whole class telling me that I would never amount to anything. I then turned the tables back on him and embarrassed him in front of all of my peers. Yeah I got kicked out his class, but its never been easy for me to bite my tongue while others belittle me.
It seems as if humans opp out of hard situations because its not socially correct to speak your mind or piss people off. It has been an obsession of mine since a young age to break the class ceiling and push boundaries until people cannot ignore my presence anymore. Learn how to make yourself heard and learn to stand on your own with your beliefs to catch you when you fall.
I guess showing others who I really am has always been my favorite thing to do.
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