When you’re the oldest of five siblings life is not what it’s cracked up to be. I have to spend time babysitting, tutoring, and cleaning, all while doing normal school activities like playing sports or doing homework. No one tells you how much extra work you have to do solely because you were born fourteen months before your sister, or how your younger siblings would look up to you in such a way that would make it feel terrible to be anything less than an exemplary model. Now multiply that with the stress of being diagnosed with depression at the age of fifteen, and questioning your sexuality. The tribulations of being the oldest child is not exciting, it isn’t peaceful. It is chaotic and stressful, but being the oldest is rewarding and I would not change it for anything. …show more content…
These are the expectations that were placed on my shoulders since my parents became divorced five years ago. I tried, and I still try, to be all these things. A perfect example for my younger siblings, someone for all four of them to look up to. To keep everything together, and to help them whenever they need it. Then, I think about how hard I have worked for everything in my life, making the Varsity Track Team, studying for tests, and going to The Clarkson School by working a full time job over the summer at an Ophthalmology practice. Everything I have done has been to better myself, affording myself these opportunities through hard work and