A Day in the Life of…

I opened up the boxes at seven years old and looked around my new room at 2215 Orr Rd. This started a life completely different from what I knew as a home, community, and a way of life. This place taught me truly how bad the world could be for a person. Do not get me wrong, I love that grey two story house with the green roof, no one seemed to like, but the events that happened due to living there forced me to learn to hate it just as much. From bus rides to new schools just about every other year I never could get away from the world.

I did not really have any problems until I started sixth grade at West Jr. High. West Jr. High appeared very abstract but everything has a mutual agreement on being symmetric. The front of the school went straight up towards the sky and then rounded flat for the roof. Right before it rounded into the roof stood big green letters that read, “West Jr. High” this honestly didn’t make much since considering the school’s colors were purple and gold. This section of the school stood as the only part painted white, with the rest of the school being made of red and brown bricks. There are four different hallways labeled A, B, C, and D.

Hallway A took the eighth grade classes for its own, and that’s where the office stood. Hallway B only consisted of seventh grade classes and the main entrance to the library or the first door on the right. No one liked Hallway C because that holds sixth grade classes and the immature kids coming out of elementary school, but before anyone could get to the classrooms, the hallway would split left where the back entrance to the library appeared and then came everyone’s favorite room, the lunchroom. Hallway D personal became my favorite hallway because that accommodated all the fun classes. The first classroom on the left held the computer room followed by the art room and the band room, both of which also appeared on the left side. On the right side only held the chorus room and the bathrooms with the Gym at the very end of the hall. I spent most of my free time in the band room where I learned how to play alto sax for the band. I started playing the alto sax in seventh grade because that’s what my mom played and it turned out that I loved it. Not only because of the rich caramel like sound that poured out of the instrument, but also because it made me feel successful like my mother.

My mom has always been a kind and caring figure in my life. She honestly reminds me of a young Mother Teresa with blonde hair. She has a kind and caring heart and gives the warmest hugs you could ever feel. But she could not protect me from the long, yellow, hell on wheels, we called a bus. Everyday I was basically put on repeat for my daily routine: Get on the bus, stay silent while the kids make fun of you, throw stuff at you and steal your stuff, drive down Highway 64 from Arlington all the way to Oakland which seemed like hours, but only lasted about thirty minutes, get off the bus, go to school, and do it all over again on the way home. These consisted of the worst two years of my life.

Everyday when I would get home, I went to my room and just cried because no matter what I did, I could never get away from the people that tortured me on the bus. My parents did not understand what I had been going through and the principal did not care or listen to what I had to say until I got pushed over the edge. One day on the bus, we had just turned onto Donelson Road off of Highway 64 when a girl got up out of her seat and came to the back of the bus and reared her arm back like she intended on punching me. This girl, Alicia, did not seem very steady on her feet, she had dark brown hair, and a face that appeared very squishy to the point to where she had dimples even when she did not smile. I grabbed her wrist like any smart person would do but then she turned like she wanted to go back to her seat so I let go. Next thing I know, she punches me in the face, breaks my glasses, and all that rage, sadness, anxiety, and retaliation inside my body came out in two punches to her squishy face.

The next day I had my glasses glued together and my dad insisted on taking me to school that day due to being so angry and we went to the principal. Dr. Owens never appeared to be a person that I would like, especially due to the fact that he did not care about any of the students. He only cared about that framed diploma above his tall leather rolling chair that gave him the title of “Doctor.” My dad and I told him exactly what happened and we showed him my glasses that had obviously been glued back together. I told him not to pull on them, but what did he do? He pulled those glasses apart, looked at the two pieces, and said, “They’re broken alright.” That started the day my dad decided I would never going to step foot in that school or any Fayette County School ever after this year.

I made it through the rest of the school year but with lots of difficulty. Alicia set herself on not letting anyone think that I won that fight, even though she only broke my glasses and I broke her nose and made both of her eyes black. I held my tongue for the rest of the year even when they would continue to throw stuff at me, steal my stuff, and bully me every second of the ride. Honestly, I always thought that they bullied me because I appeared to be better off. My parents are very much in love, they both have well paying jobs, we live in a two story house, we have food in the fridge, I have nice clothes, and my parents love and care for me, but they could not help what I was born with.

I started school at Fayette Academy in eighth grade. That love for playing the saxophone helped me get into marching band as soon as I started at Fayette Academy. I did not know as much about saxophone as I thought I did. Our teacher failed to teach us many things, such as: Concert F, scales, fingerings for certain notes, rhythms, subdividing, counting, and most importantly controlling your breathing. I caught up very quickly and started to learn many new instruments. Band helped me find my purpose and found out how much potential I actually have.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have always put on a smiling face when people expect me to, had trouble falling and staying asleep, overreact over dumb things, and have high anxiety, but I never knew it came up as a chemical imbalance in my brain. I started seeing my social worker, Karen, when I started tenth grade. Karen used to be my brother’s social worker when he was young so she has known me for a while now. She has a small square like office that always seemed to be cold with pale blue walls, a light khaki couch right across from her desk and her sitting chair. Behind her sitting chair stands a large book case that has many books and one of those flip books that she changes every day based on her mood. separating me from her is a table with an assortment of toys that I love. There is a frog puzzle that I can not help but solve every time I go in there and a wonder stick that appears clear with all kinds of glitter and embellishments inside of it that slosh around any time you move it. A lot of things that I had suppressed for years came out in those sessions which helped her realize what maybe be going on. These sessions are not like what you see on TV or in movies however. You do not lay on the couch and say whatever you want while they write it down and nod. You do tell them what happens in your life and they do write it down but they tell you what you are doing and guide you into what you need to start doing.

After two months of these sessions, Karen gave me a diagnosis of Major Depression, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Attention Deficit Disorder, and Insomnia. My world immediately flipped over when I received the news. I stopped knowing how to function and lost confidence in myself. I told myself everyday that I could never do the things I once did, and did what I always did before I got the diagnoses, went to my room and cried. Life became very hard after this point, but I stopped doing things I once did and started taking medicine that helped me for the time being. It took some getting used to but we figured out what I should and should never take again as long as I shall live.

After three years of medicine and life routine changes, I love my world being on its back thanks to learning how to cope with this thing that I call life. 2215 Orr Rd. always seemed to have my back in the good and bad times. Life was a struggle for the longest, but thanks to that two story grey house with the green roof, I learned early on how hard life can be sometimes. I would not change this life for the world because I get to help others with what they have issues with because nine times out of ten, I have gone through it as well. It is always nice to have a listening ear and someone to cry with.

Since I have figured out what all I have to deal with for the rest of my and the reasons why I am the way I am I have found a special comfort from my favorite music group, Pentatonix. They have spoken to me through their music on so many levels and they give me hope for the future. My favorite song by them is called Light in the Hallway and it has shown me how much Pentatonix is my light in the hallway. Without them, I would not be able to be where I am or even be breathing. I am truly thnkful for everything they have done for me.

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