Have you ever heard the saying, “You are who you’re friends are. My mother used to tell me this all through high school, because of the people that I hung out with. It took me a few years to think about it and I discovered something. She’s right; you are who your friends are. It goes hand in hand with, “Birds of a feather flock together.”
All through out high school I hung out with the Mexican group simply because of the fact that they didn’t judge me for what I did, but for who I was. We did a lot of the same things. Some of the things I did were things they introduced me to. They never peer-pressured me and never made fun of me unless they knew I wouldn’t take it personal. In a way I have always been like that. I never wanted to pressure anybody into doing anything they didn’t want to do, and also I never made fun of somebody without them knowing that I didn’t mean it.
When I was in grade school I always set myself away from the “cool kids.” To me they were snotty and mean. I could usually see who they were by the way they treated my brother. He was always the fat obnoxious kid. They never understood his condition of bei
By the time I was fifteen I had completely given up pop for my favorite carbonated beverage, which was replaced for beer. I would go through a twelve pack during the day and drink hard liquor at night. I was doing drugs about every other weekend and started introducing my way into women’s lives.
By the time I was a freshman I was not a real bad kid, just a little punk. I had started smoking and occasionally having a beer now and than. By the time I was a sophomore I had started drugs and what not. I didn’t see the transformation, but my mother had. She told me that I was a bad kid and every time I argued with her she would use the quote, “You are who your friends are.”
While I was still fifteen I decided to hang out with this Mexican family, because they were the only people who saw me for me and not the things I did. The kids in the family were a lot like me and did a lot of the things that I did. I couldn’t say that we were truly good people, but at least wouldn’t judge other people with out getting to know them first. That is what is important to me.
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