My greatest achievement – to date – would have to be graduating from high school. One might assume this to be an easy task, one that is generally accepted, at least in this country, to be a given, something that everyone does without much fanfare. And that would be, for the most part, a correct assumption. But not for me.
When I started high school, I was your average naive 13-year-old living with both parents in a relatively affluent neighborhood. I was unaware of what was about to happen. I was a very shy girl, without many close friends. I had friends, sure, but no one I would call a bestie (as the kids say today). I went about my business at school, getting decent grades and staying out of trouble. But trouble was brewing at home. My older brother, who was 6 years my senior, had gotten himself involved with some unsavoury characters and this was about to bring my idyllic life crashing down.
All of a sudden, coming home from school was fraught with tension and anxiety. Seeing a police cruiser parked in front of the house would not be an uncommon occurrence. I would quickly come into the house and run upstairs and close my bedroom door. Determined to not be seen. My music would go on loud so I couldn’t hear what was being said or my parents arguing or my mom crying. The kids at school began to figure out that something was up. People talk and news travels fast inside the confines of a city high school with over 1000 kids.
This situation would ebb and flow over the next four years. Never really getting better and gradually getting worse. This affected every aspect of my teenage years and severely affected me and my ability to concentrate on school. My grades were slipping, my health was affected, and I entered into what I now know was a pretty serious depression.
By the time my second last year of high school came, I was in a marginally better place. I had realized that my only way out was to get my grades up and to get into university. My goal became to do just that. I buckled down, ignored the outside noise, engaged my teachers and counsellors in the situation and started working.
I was accepted into all 3 of my university choices. There was a light at the end of the tunnel for me. When I walked on stage to accept my diploma, with no one from my family in the crowd, I was ecstatic at my own personal accomplishment. It was dreadfully hard to do but I did it. I graduated from high school and was about to begin a new exciting chapter of my life.
