It never ceases to amaze me how engaged an audience of middle schoolers can be when I share my stories. It's hard to believe I sat in the same cafeteria, learned in the same classrooms, and ran in the same gym as them, just five years ago. My head almost hits the ceiling now, but then I felt so small and so alone. I'd like to think I've conquered Smith Middle School; I've overcome some of my biggest obstacles in that building.
Yesterday I had the opportunity for the third year to talk to the D.A.R.E. Club students; the audience was about sixty kids and a few parents. My junior year, the club was about half the size. The visible passion to tackle the issues of bullying and underage drug/alcohol at this age is inspiring. Middle school is a time to figure out who you want to be and where you can view the paths that are before you to ensure the right one is chosen. There will be mistakes made, all contributing so one's growth. Those years are a vital time to learn and discover the world and one's self.
I truly believe that I endured what I did so I could share my story with others. At the time, I sat on the outside looking in, making sacrifices for everyone, yet no one seemed to make them for me. Then, I did not realize the purpose of my angst and frustration. Today, I can see how each experience impacted me to become who I am today. Sharing these stories with others, watching them hang on every word I spoke-- there is truly nothing more rewarding. Hearing that there is positive feedback is the most gratifying thing. My goal is to make sure no one has to go through the traumatizing experiences that I went through. If I help at least one person, then I've made all the difference.
Danielle
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