When I first started Broughton High school in 2012, I was cautiously optimistic. My dad had just died the summer before, so it was an interesting time for me to say the least.
I went to private school for seventh and eighth grade, and I guess I wanted a change from the closed off world of fancy things and materialism.
Little did I know, I’d be swapping one bubble for a new one.
My first class freshman year was Common Core 1 with Mrs. Stewart. I remember this because I think about how nice and warm she was when the whole class was completely dysfunctional and in a constant state of disarray.
Everyday, there would be a new behavioral issue or some non-class related thing she had to deal with.
Still, Mrs. Stewart came in prepared each day to teach and with a seemingly inexplicable dose of enthusiasm.
I, being the quiet one who mostly listens and only speaks when called- remember feeling acutely aware of the weird social dichotomy at Broughton. You had kids driving G-Wagons and new luxury cars, while others showed up to school in their pajamas and waited on the bus to get there. I always had a major issue waking up at 7:25. I just wonder how much tougher it would be waking up at 5:30 to go to a place like I experienced.
To be clear, I don’t hate Broughton. I don’t. I don’t hate anyone or anything except Duke.
Anyways, fast forward to sophomore year and a whole other can of worms was opened for me in the area of girls and gossip. Now, again, I’m not one to say anything or talk behind anyone’s back. I remember feeling acutely aware of how I felt.
For instance, I saw this one girl who I wanted to go out with and who happened to be volunteering at the same elementary school I was with the YMCA. I sent her a text. A few hours later, I go on social media and see one of her friends tweet,” praying for you and your hard decision today.” Instantly, I knew she was referring to me.
Although, to be quite honest, I’m glad she never said yes.
The day after, I was sitting in class and the tweeter and her friend have the audacity to ask me for my vote on the student council.
I simply say I don’t feel like voting and put my head on my desk.
Sorry, but I don’t think you won that election, and I’m glad you didn’t. High school elections are a joke anyways. It’s merely a popularity contest and something someone can put on a transcript to impress colleges.
Anyways, fast forward to junior year and I’ve had enough of it. I’m anxious, depressed, and at my wits end. I tell people I have a headache. I have no headache. I simply don’t want to go back in that toxic environment.
I medically withdraw.
I spent two years in deep depression and hurt after I left Broughton. I even contemplated suicide.
I would later earn a GED and spend three semesters at Wake Tech.
However, I am so thankful I’m still here and have the opportunity to study at the school of my dreams.
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