The truth about after high school; things your teacher wont even tell you (My story)

        Growing-up in the big city of Houston, I was such a mood ring. In front of crowds I was shy, quite and yet a social butterfly among people I knew, people I considered  friends .The quirky girl with glasses and an outrageous fashion was who I was. I was ready to paint the world with a paint brush and my sketch pad in one hand. Throw me some paint baby..im ready. "Make art not war" by Obey was the motto I lived by. I always wanted a job that had to do with my biggest dreams ,but of course with out having a diploma I could never get an artsy type of job. I struggled at school with the battle of Math . We were always at war and it always took the best of me. With six to eight shots of math exams, it out did me. I was the one who sat in the bleachers while my younger sister of 11 months apart and friends walked that stage and received the good ole paper.

         I managed to settle for restaurant and fast food jobs. OMG IT WAS HELL!!!! I have never met such rude people in my life. I thought high school was over. Teen jock heads and Mrs. pomp pomps all over the place. Rude, Rude and Mean boys and girls I'll tell you. So far I worked at Arandas , Whataburger, Lola, and Smoothie king, and a sign promoter. I got honked at, I had a man offer to buy me a drink at the bar while at work, I had a man get mad at me for telling him we didn't serve vegan smoothies. I also had people let out their anger at me because they had a bad day. Every time I was at work I would always think about my future . How can some of these people work here their whole life? flipping burgers, assisting people with foul mouths? I realized that I couldn't.

       Nobody really tells you what the real world is like. Sure they said that its not easy, but is it really? You work to save up the little that you have. You settle for a job that you promise yourself will only be temporary like I have. You try to move out by the age of 18 like most people I know, you fall in love and babies come in the picture. You pay bills that you don't remember from where they even came from. You GROW UP.As soon as I  stopped walking the purple and gray hall ways of Jefferson Davis , I knew what I wanted to be, what I wanted to do.  Now that im almost 21 im taking steps into being that girl I always be to be. That important girl, that girl I have slowly made an image of. Who will I be you ask? Im going to be an artist, a painter, a model, a book author the girl who made it without a high school diploma .  I am Helide A. Medina and thanks for never doubting me.

xoxo