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I didn't know what to think because of all the pressure, like from school, from my parents, and the pressure from myself. At school it seems like the teachers just give me a hard time because of my skin tone. When I told my mom about this she said that's not true. So my mom and I had a conference with the teachers and they said that's crazy, we would never do such a thing. (YEAH RIGHT). For the people who read this part of my story doesn't it feel like when it's report card night teachers change their stories?

My parents give me pressure all the time. Actually my whole family gives me pressure. Sometimes its so much that I just want to say SHUT UP!, or leave me alone please. The pressure they give me is mostly about school. They are always telling me how important school is, which I know already, but I don't need to hear it all the time. It gets annoying. They are always, I mean always, on me. They give me no breathing room. My dad doesn't live with me, but he keeps in contact, which I love because I talk to him for hours and I enjoy talking. But when he brings the subject school up, I feel like hanging up on him.

The pressure I put on myself is mostly my fault, because this problem went away for a long time but it came back. I don't know from what, but it came back. I guess you can call it a stomach pain that goes away for a long time but comes back unexpectedly. When I told my mom, I tried and tried to tell her what it was, but I didn't know what it was. So she took me to a counselor, but she said stuff I didn't want to hear.

One day I went to the school counselor and she said maybe it's from school and that was it. That could explain why I wasn't doing so well.

Now Mrs. A. (the school counselor) checks on me and we sit down and talk for at least 20 or 30 minutes. She asks me how it's going and I say fine. In school, my grades went up and also my self-esteem. The relations with my teachers are better and the relation with my mom is excellent. Thanks Mrs. A., you helped me.

 


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