Troubled Times
It was a beautiful day, picture perfect, complete with blue skies, and a warm breeze on our faces as we all stood outside nervously waiting for our names to be called. It was graduation day, a day i thought I would never get to see, but there I was in my cap and gown looking out into a sea of parents, friends, and relatives remembering just how far I had come.When I first entered high school, I performed well enough to meet my parents expectations, meaning I did the minimum work I needed to complete to pass the course. But then something inside me changed. I started skipping classes, getting into trouble, and hanging out with the wrong crowd. By my sophmore year I was failing all my classes. The trouble I was getting into also had a huge effect on my relationship with my parents. Instead of seeing them as the loving and caring people they are, I decided they were my number one enemies. We fought constantly, and sometimes even physically. I ran away more times that I can remember, only to be dragged back home a few days later by the police. Eventually my out of control behavior caught up with me, and as a last resort to straighten m
The day did finally arrive when I was deemed appropriate to return to my parents and live a normal life. But I wasnt so sure I'd make it, especially when I returned to my old high school that was struggling to clean up its student body drug problem. I was sure I would once again succumb to the evils of peer pressure, and end up back where I had started, nowhere. After i expressed these fears to Rudy, he understood, as he always did, and arranged for me to attend another high school where i could start fresh. It was Rudys courage and dedication to his work a a social worker that made me decide to major in psychology. I want to be able to help otheres the way he so selfishly helped me. I believe I too can and will make a difference in peoples lives, helping them to be happier, healthier, contributors of society. e out my parents sent me away to a boarding school for troubled girls in Boston. It was there that I realized just how lucky I really was, and how selfish I had been acting. Some of the girls there had no one and nothing but the clothes on their backs to call their own. One of the counselors there, named Rudy, took a special i
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Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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