
I bumped into a few people from HS the other day. They said that I had changed and look completely different than when I was in HS and almost didn’t recognize me.
They were right, I had changed. But I never told anyone why I was the way I was in HS.
I guess you can say I was somewhat pathetic but looking back it was the only thing I could do to survive, given the circumstance I was in.
I rolled with the thugs for most of my HS years. I had to, I had no choice. I played on the school basketball team. I loved it so much I was willing to play with a bunch of guys who did and sold drugs.
I didn’t want them there, but what choice did I have. I had to hang out with them before games, had to dress like them and had to pretend to be them.
No one understood. My teachers couldn’t figure out why I dressed that way, when I was getting straight A’s. My real friends didn’t understand why I dressed like I was ready to rob a store. As much as I hated dressing that way, I had to.
You see I always grew up in the roughest, dangerous neighborhoods. My parents couldn’t afford the glitzy apartments or to live in a neighborhood away from the constant violence and drugs.
Just a few years before that we were homeless after our building burned down. We had no choice but to live in a dangerous neighborhood.
Everyday, walking home was an adventure but I was left alone because of the people I knew, my family was left alone because of who I rolled with in school.
It was tough spending the last three years of HS this way because inside I was just a quiet kid, who just wanted to play basketball, get good grades, make the parents proud, spend time with his friends, and girlfriend. But outside was another story.
Everyday after games, I had to make up stories so they wouldn’t ask me hang out with them. Everyday when they talked about all the groupies, I stayed shut, put my headphones on and went about my business. I guess I was somewhat lucky, they never asked me to do anything crazy.
Looking back I was glad I was able to finally leave the hood and go away to college. It was probably one of the best decisions I have ever made.
Now I’m back living in the same neighborhood. It’s not what it used to be. It has changed a lot over the last year few years and I’m really glad. Hopefully my younger siblings have to never endure what I had to through in HS. It was probably one of the most confusing times for me. I’m glad I came out of it alive and unscathed.
How much have you changed since your days of HS or JHS? Endure any hardships? Did it make you stronger? How?
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