My difficult illness makes me feel bad most of the time.

When I first had onset of my illness I was a new high school student at a Catholic high school in Brooklyn. One of my professors told me he loved my handwriting. I felt good. I can’t really explain how I became ill but my rough first year of high school and fear I’d get beat up by mean girls at school who also stole from me. I got my gym class uniform stolen and I had sneakers stolen as well. I remember going shopping for these Reebok sneakers with the colors of Africa red, black and green that had just came out in 1993. I had been through a lot of bullying but nothing more than verbal abuse. I got teased but I also wore a size 14. I was around 12 and a half years old and I had signs of becoming ill at age 13 where I would hear distant voices that became loud, mean or angry voices in my head. Socialization was something I didn’t have in high school with other teenagers. I feel like the girls being a year or two older than I was and me skipping two grades caused them to be jealous of me. I felt proud that I was on track to graduate from high school at age 16. I know teachers are there to support students and I had teachers like me in school.

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TheAyeshaSite

I am a Black Guyanese woman. I'm thirty nine years old. I went back to college to take Early Childhood Education classes. I want to get a second 48-credit BA degree in Early Childhood Education by 2021. I go to NJCU. I have a BA in Creative Writing from NJCU. I graduated from NJCU in August 2015. I transferred to NJCU from Mercer. I have my AA degree from Mercer in Humanities and Social Sciences since May 2007. I write poems, I write memoirs, I'm a blogger and I am taking a children's lit course. I love reading memoirs. I also do book reviews from time to time. My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson. I grew up in Ewing, New Jersey. I live in Princeton Junction with my parents!

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