Infant-Child
I have 2 older brothers and 1 older sister and it's not easy being the youngest, the weakest. I was always pushed around by my older brothers not so much my sister but I felt isolated from her. She was in her own world in her room. By the time I was 4 years old my parents had seen some sort of academic gift I had. I must of got it from my brothers and sisters they were always teaching me things that they'd learnt at school. I was enrolled in a pre-prep which was supposed to enhance my academic ability far greater than kindergarten could and I also got a private mathmatics tutor. When I went to primary school I was seen by the teacher as a talented student and by my peers as a 'freak'. So after taking a academic test I was pushed up into the 1st grade halfway through the year.
Primary School
The first couple of years of primary school were great. I was making so many new friends, playing new games and learning new things. I had some great teachers and a couple of best friends like Sam and Alex who I still see to this day. I was cruising through the academic side of school due to my abilities so I could spend more time socialising. I thought that life was gonna stay good forever.
Year 5+6
On October 13th 2004 my dad passed away during the night. He was suffering from cancer for the past year or so now and we all knew it was inevidable but none of us thought it would happen. On that day I began to stop caring about life as much. I started to not be the nerd of the class anymore and I became a lot more angry. Then a couple of weeks later my maternal grandfather passed away from cancer also. For two close family members to pass away during the term of one month really does shake a fragile 10 year old. I was absolutely shattered and at this point spent most of my time moping around doing nothing. My mum took me to see a psychiatrist but I wouldn't even talk to him. I kept my emotions bottled up.
High School
Year 7 and highschool was a brand new start for me but I didn't take it. I kept moping around for the first year and by this point had lost a couple of my good friends in pointless fights deriving from stupid things such as small as where to sit. I was in a mess inside my head and I couldnt get out. I wasn't trying to get out. Year 8 was different. I matured a lot over the break and came back someone new. My old friends starting hanging out with me again and teachers could more easily cope with my in class behaviour. I started getting my straight As again and everything was looking good. Year 9 (This year) I had grown up so much more as well. Physically and mentally growing and expanding to lengths I wouldn't of thought reachable growing up. Now I'm one of the tallest in the year level and back to being one of the smartest. And I'd make a safe bet I'm becoming one of the happiest.
