Never Give Up After finishing fifth grade, the excitement of going to a new school in a different environment grew as the first day of class approached. Little did I know that things were about to change from acceptance to rejection. I remember walking onto campus and being amazed at how differently things were going. From then on, my friends and I met every morning, and school in general went great for a while. Around the middle of the semester, I started getting dirty looks from people I called friends in elementary school. As a child, I was naïve to humankind's way of thinking, so when my classmates started criticizing me for wanting to gain new knowledge, I was confused. I'm not sure whether to continue my studies or stop being a good student. I decided to only do the minimum amount of work required to pass the course. I began to understand that all the insults and curses were directed at me. The saddest realization about this point in my life is that I was subconsciously getting used to it. All the excitement I felt about school quickly disappeared when the teachers saw the way my classmates treated me, but did nothing. After a while my patience ran out, so I became introverted and my wardrobe changed from feminine to stereotypical “tom-boy”. I stopped looking for ways to get involved in school because of a bully named Cuevas. He made fun of me all the time. It started with him being nice just to get answers to homework. I finally figured out his agenda and stopped talking to him. Obviously he didn't like that at all, so he started harassing me by disrespecting my space and making me afraid to stay after school. There was only one instance where a teacher caught his attention... in the middle of the paper... connection I had with bad memories. The first step I took after getting free was to help teach students who didn't understand a language or had complications with math. Then I started assisting teachers in grading and got a job in the library. The librarians were kind enough to make me their right-hand man and allowed me to gain experience. If there was a chance for me to change my past, I wouldn't take it. The bullying that took place at school did not happen in vain. Even though I felt like giving up, the pain built the person I am today. From my experience I have learned to never lose faith because there is hope in the world even if it seems impossible to continue living. I am not bitter or resentful in my heart, because my help came when I least expected it. Now my goal is to become a teacher and assist those in need.