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I spent most of my childhood in front of a two-way mirror tied down with microphones and bombarded with tedious questions. As I grew, the silliness of an adult asking me to repeat words soon was outgrown as the harsh reality of being judged and observed was exposed. A lot a children attend speech therapy at a young age to get rid of their babyish slurs but for some, we continue the gruesome process of being assigned to a therapist, trying, failing, and being pasted to the next until you’re old enough to know that chances are you will sound like this forever and even the most intense therapy won’t help. Having everything you say criticized at a young age creates someone with dangerously low self-esteem and shyness towards everyone from classmates …show more content…

My effort to be the best, especially in school, started in middle school when the teachers would separate the grade based on intelligence. I always wanted to be in the highest difficulty class because in my eyes, that meant that I was able to show people that just because I may sound different, doesn’t mean I can’t be as smart. I made sure I was placed in the accelerated classes even if it was a subject I’m not as strong in. I worked my butt off in most cases so people couldn’t tell that I might be struggling on a certain topic. This persistence of trying to be the best and “faking it till I made it” taught me that working hard and striving towards a goal can lead to major accomplishments. However, as I’ve learned only recently, always taking all the APs and honors classes available without taking into consideration one’s strengths or weaknesses will only lead to great amounts of stress and a sense of failure when you don’t meet your expectations. I’ve come to realize that taking a regents level class or a less challenging elective doesn’t make one anyone dumber than someone who takes all APs. Accelerating in all different parts of school has allowed me to challenge myself, prove to myself that I’m capable in succeeding, and allowing myself to be seen as normal in the eyes of my classmates. My speech impediment was a catalyst

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