“Don’t sell yourself short” was something I always told growing up. I never really had anyone guide me through life before. Despite having brothers growing up, I was always on my own, but they were both very distant because I was the youngest in the family. I struggled so much as a kid and as a teenager because I didn’t know what I wanted. I was always confused, lost, and even sad because the people around me already had a path for themselves, and that ultimately made me feel depressed because I thought I wasn’t getting anywhere. I was digging my grave at that point because I never had one. And all I ever wanted was someone. My parents couldn’t help me how I wanted them to, so I was forced to learn how to do everything on my own regarding the bad and the good, how to protect myself, and even how to deal with myself mentally. I continued to feel this way throughout the beginning of my first year of high school; it was so nerve-racking for me that I even had social anxiety. I felt like I was always on a roller coaster. But around 6:30 in the morning.
At that time, I usually arrived at the school, and I had always seen one of the principals from the other schools. Every morning, I visited him. He always asked me what classes I was taking or asked, “What’s your favorite subject?” I always said math because it was something I liked in High School. I always gravitated towards complex things because I liked thinking and solving puzzles, and math did that to me, but I wasn’t good at it. During my math class, he came by and saw and asked what I was working on. I told him my binary numbers, but you typically learn that in college, not high school. He was shocked in the beginning. I even mentioned that I like computers or anything tech, and he suggested I join a coding club to see if I enjoyed it. To my surprise, it was his club, and he introduced me to the students and the other teachers there. He helped me learn my first coding language and other things, but I still felt like I wasn’t good at it, and that’s what you call “imposter syndrome.” When I was going through that, he explained my potential as a student, and it helped me because I always doubted myself, but he was someone who showed me what I was capable of and always told me, “Don’t sell yourself short.” because I always did. Eventually, I took opportunities that I never thought I had the chance to get, And even certain schools to help me with my career in the long run. That’s something that stuck with me until college, and it’s been beneficial. I always remember his words.
I think imposter syndrome is something we all go through when we are trying to pursue something we are into. When Being surrounded by people who have the same interests as you do makes you self-conscious. Once when I was young I joined an orchestra to perform at Carnegie Hall. We will meet every Saturday and I was excited to meet another talented musician. But I started to feel like an imposter as there were people who were younger than me and better than me. I was questioning whether I was even good enough to stay in this orchestra. I stuck with it and it only made me better and gave me a drive
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In high school, all I ever wanted was a path forward and a mentor to guide me. Despite having brothers growing up, I was always on my own, but they were both very distant because I was the youngest in the family. I struggled so much as a kid and as a teenager because I didn’t know what I wanted. I was always confused, lost, and even sad because the people around me already had a path for themselves, and that ultimately made me feel depressed because I thought I wasn’t getting anywhere. I was digging my grave at that point because I never had one. And all I ever wanted was someone. My parents couldn’t help me how I wanted them to, so I was forced to learn how to do everything on my own regarding the bad and the good, how to protect myself, and even how to deal with myself mentally. I continued to feel this way throughout the beginning of my first year of high school; it was so nerve-racking for me that I even had social anxiety.
One morning 6:30 when I usually arrived at the school, and I had always seen one of the principals [NAME?] from the other schools. Every morning, I visited him. He always asked me what classes I was taking or asked, “What’s your favorite subject?” I always said math because it was something I liked in High School. I always gravitated towards complex things because I liked thinking and solving puzzles, and math did that to me, but I wasn’t good at it.
During my math class, he came by and saw and asked what I was working on. I told him my binary numbers, but you typically learn that in college, not high school. He was shocked in the beginning [WHAT DID HE SAY ?EXACT WORDS / DIALOGUE]. I even mentioned that I like computers or anything tech, and he suggested I join a coding club to see if I enjoyed it.
This would make a good scene: The coding club. SHOW me a scene describing:
In addition to mentor quote this writing could also be SAVED. Did the coding club save you? give you purpose?
Focus on telling a story of how the coding club Saved you and gave you a passion and direction. SHOW me scenes — reach back into you memory to find scenes of how coding club changed you.