It’s actually pretty funny. How a
simple thought can lead you to another and eventually become something great,
amazing, and extraordinary. But that was the thing with me. Everything stays
simple. Practical. Believe me, I have
absolutely no problem with it. It leads me to be focused, driven to work. Never
to stop, never to relax. And where did
that get me? An emcee for weekly assemblies, roles in the student council,
plays, and sports (well sport). But sadly, that was in the eighth grade, so
that didn’t matter. I still had no idea what was in store for me. And yet I
still don’t, which frustrates me to death.
Freshman
year I began to experience both the good and bad side of high school. I had a
taste of what I wanted, but that wasn’t enough. It was a huge transition coming
from a small private school that had about 500 people from kindergarten to eighth
grade, and now there are along the lines of 500 people in just my grade. I
thought I was gonna go big, but to go from seeing 30 faces for 9 years
then just becoming a single fish in a huge ocean, terrified me.
Towards
the middle of the freshman year, there was a day that I had to stay late after
school. The only choice I had was to take the bus to my mother’s clinic. I’ve
never taken the bus by myself all the way to downtown and I despised waiting.
“Where is the bus? It should be here by now.” I thought as I brought out my
dollar and twenty-five cents. It came to the point where I thought the bus
wasn’t even coming, but in reality I’ve probably been waiting for only 5 minutes. I
see the bus arrive and I’ve entered, placed my money in the slot, and looked
for a seat. And what do I come to find? No darn seats. I basically was thrown
around in that bus literally bumping into others around me, refusing to hold the
pole that could be covered with disgusting particles. I hated it. I hated the
bus. I have vowed to myself that I would get my license and laugh at the days
where I had to take the bus. Yet taking the bus to downtown had been a regular
thing I would do. I hated the feeling of being on the bus yet I loved being by
myself, alone in downtown.
Each
time I would step off of that bus, I knew I was free to do whatever I wanted.
Well at least until 5:00. But being
alone in this part of the island made me realize that I am so drawn to the
“city life” and this is as close as it’s gonna get. I loved everything about
it. The only problem left, was the fact that I would have to take the bus in
order to get here. But that definitely didn’t stop me. I have no idea what my
“coming of age” story is or if it just sounds like a huge joke. But the main point of what I’m trying to say is that
even though I absolutely hated taking the bus, it eventually came to a stop.
I’ve grown into a person that faces any challenges in front of me to reach the
“destination” I desire. I realized that I am on my own with the problems I have to confront, and to think a couple
bus rides and trips to downtown got me to think about my future.
Taking
risks sometimes has to be the only option you have in order to move on and
experience brand new things. I think that everyone's life is always full of good and bad experiences.
I’ve learned the key to success is to appreciate the good and find a way of
turning a negative situation into a positive. Whether it’s having a huge, drastic change
in one day or even learning how to take the bus to a certain place I’ve now come to
love, I am gaining the knowledge and realization I need to grow as an
individual.