When i first started high school, there was a time when a student tried to bully me, talk down to me, or make me feel unwanted. It was always science class is when he tried to do this towards me. For me, before things in my life went sour towards my own decisions; i loved helping other students out. There were seniors in my class that needed help with some basic science, so i always helped them, gave them pointers. They were the ones that stopped that young man from ever starting anymore hate towards me because i was different. I always had two to three seniors always on my side to help me in the time of need because i helped them. I thank them, even though i can not remember their names but i take that lesson with me. After that year i moved to a different school because of family and i took that with me. Anytime i saw someone in need i stood by that person as did those seniors did for me in my past school.

Erik Walsh