I have gone to too many families, had too many fake friends, and have too many emotions. It may seem that I have moved my whole life with that statement, but I haven't. I got adopted at seven years old, I just moved a lot before then. This family was nice. Well, up until they had a kid and started abusing and neglecting me and my half brother. They had too harsh of punishments for a kid as young as I was, but honestly I thought that was what all parents did. I didn't know what parents were at the time. One day I went to school limping. The mother in the family had thrown me on the ground. I exaggerated my limp though. It was the best decision I ever made. My friend at the elementary school I went to, asked me what happened. So I told her. Again, not knowing that it wasn't what parents do to their children. Then she told the guidance counselor and called HHS. School had always been a safe place for me, but more so during the time I was with those awful parents. I did well in elementary school. I understood most of the concepts and I rarely got in trouble, but it was definitely harder on me to get my homework done or even ask for help from my parents. Why? Well because they were too busy "punishing" me HHS, well it was DHS at the time, did an investigation of the situation and deemed it not safe for me and my brother. So I went into foster care... again. It was fine I suppose. I didn't want to be in another family though. No one was surprised when I started acting up. I mean I came from an abusive home. What did they expect? Anyways, I went into a shelter. It was fun, but there wasn't any structure which is probably why it was fun. It wasn't great though looking back at it. I was 12 getting "beat up" by girls in high school. The food wasn't healthy and there was no regulation on what you could or couldn't eat. So I gained a lot of unnecessary weight that no female wants. I still went to school, but God knows I didn't do my homework. He also knows I never paid any attention in class and got pretty mediocre grades. I don't remember them now, but I can imagine they weren't very great. After the shelter, I went back to those awful parents, Why? Couldn't tell you, but they ended up sending me to a PMIC (Psychiatric Medical Institution for Children) after a year. Don't get me started on what happened that year. I will go into a rage. Anyways, at the PMIC, they did school there. To sum it up for you, I basically skipped 8th grade. They barely taught us. I read a book about GMO's and that was about it. I was there for 10 months because the parents said they didn't want me or my brother anymore. They just wanted their own child. My plans are to help adolescents become their best selves. I used to want to be a therapist, but if I can't handle my own things, how can I handle others? So I have decided to become a high school English teacher. I feel that students feel more comfortable in the English department. I hope to see how teens grow and act throughout the years and I want them to be comfortable in my classroom. Also, I am happily adopted again.