Autobiographical Statement

It has been a week since I’ve been in the building of Germantown High school. I couldn’t stand to be in there a day longer. I was always mature for my age and a step or two ahead of many of my peers, but the kids there were always running around like children out of control with 34 or 35 kids in each classroom, that’s too big of a class for a teacher to reach every student and get them to participate. I lost interest in learning there in the 9^th grade. Our classes were 90 minutes long and my fellow classmates and I got bored easily. So I fell asleep, disrupted the class or I just walked out. My mom was pregnant with my baby brother so she was sick often, that’s when the family problems started. Arguing and fighting with my dad almost every night made me late for school,  all the more reason for me to just say forget school, or at least I thought. In 10^th grade I cut most classes. Posted up in the hallways or the stairways like hooligans with my friends, talking to the girls or in a cypher rapping. Most of my teachers told my mom that I was smart, But just wasn’t applying myself and my attendance lowered my grades. The only class that interested me was Gym because we played basketball. By 11^th grade, I barely went to school, and if I did I cut class and left around lunchtime with friends. So finally after I disappeared for about a week, I came back on my birthday to say my farewells to anybody that I knew and that I wouldn’t see for a while.

I didn’t necessarily drop out just to be a couch bum or just to do nothing with my life, I enrolled into Youth Build Charter School that same year. Youth Build showed me how to be a professional and handle business, and how to be more serious about life so I wouldn’t end up on the streets. And even though I didn’t graduate from Youth Build or obtain my high school diploma, I grew a little more as a man. I remembered that school is what you make it, and you only get back what you put in. Personally, I liked the setting of Youth Build. The classes were smaller so we learned better and understood the work more because we helped each other. I felt more mature because I was in school with other young adults my age or older, I was also working on the construction site hands-on. Giving my mom some money here and there when I got paid made me feel good too!