I have to admit that I am in fact, a perfectionist. I am the bane of every group assignment's existence. I sincerely apologize to those who have long endured countless hours of me meticulously examining details. It's just my nature.
Half of this is attributed to my genetics while the other half was nurtured through my upbringing. Growing up I attended a small Catholic school that began with Kindergarten and ended with eighth grade. It is exactly what you would expect: harsh teachers, plaid skirts, and little boys in ties. There wasn't much change and honestly, I appreciated it. What I appreciated the most was the security in knowing every student in my class. I took this for granted because I was accustomed to having the same twenty peers since Kindergarten. It was especially nice because we had an esoteric understanding of how our dynamics worked
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It had an end and that was eighth grade. Typically, students would continue to the next private high school; however, I (grudgingly, might I add) took a different path. The next part of my school career was at a public high school. This was a stark contrast compared to my private school.
I remember walking in through the tall green doors on the first day of school. Students were hustling to get to class and meandering about while I was nervously trying to find my classroom. Order was nonexistent. I was so familiarized to a structure and common courtesy that I felt a culture shock.
The memory of my first day of high school is forever ingrained in my mind. Specifically, I remember a group of upperclassmen making snide remarks about my ethnicity. This continued regularly and I couldn't comprehend it. Having never experienced this, I felt confused, embarrassed, and angry. I completely isolated myself and had a challenging time assimilating myself into this new environment. I enabled these incidences to affect me greatly which was a