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Acceptance Acceptance In my life, I have tired my hardest to make those around me accept me. I have attempted to make friends not by being myself , but by being who I believed they wanted me to be. It took me a long time to realize that just by being myself, my life much would be much easier and others accept me just the same, or even more. I stepped into the room and a sense of not belonging immediately came over me. It was my fist year in the I.G.C. (The Intelligently Gifted Children¡¯s program) at Public School 107, Queens. I was in the fifth grade, but the rest of the children had been in the program since the first year it started, the fourth grade. As you could imagine, the ¡°groups¡± were already established. This was the defining line of me being the ¡°different¡± one, and them being the ¡°cool¡± ones. Through the year, I dealt with being ridiculed by my fellow students, especially a girl whose name was Janelle. She was a pretty little rich white girl who felt that she was the head of them all. As I would sit at my desk, I¡¯d hear the whispering and quiet giggling, while feeling the cold stares seep through every part of my body.
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