Gabrielle Anne Kristin D.

Medina
STEM 11-IRON
PRESSURE
At the age of three, I want to be an Astronaut. At the age of five, I want to be an
actress or a model. At the age of seven, I want to be a doctor. At the age of eight
I want to be an engineer. At the age of thirteen, I want to be an architect. Now I
am 16 and I don’t even know if I still want to go to college. I mean I am barely
surviving senior high school for Pete’s sake. It’s not that I don’t believe in myself.
It’s just the that pressure that I get is too much to handle that I think I’ll finish my
life first before I even finish my studies.
What pressure you may ask. You see, I used to an achiever. I used to compete
in school competitions a lot specially in my junior high school. I like to join a lot of
extra-curricular activities. I like to be part of clubs and orgs. I used to be in a
drama club, I used to be a Spanish club officer, and an SSG officer at the same
time. I handle all of that while still being able to excel as a regular student in my
class. But now I can’t even bring myself to finish my school works on time. I can’t
even focus when I need to study for a test. I can’t even stop myself from
procrastinating. At the same time, I can’t let my grades fall bellows ninety.
Because then I would hear my parent’s never-ending rant, and the
consequences they will give me because I didn’t do well enough. Without
knowing the sacrifices I did just to still do my best at my studies while at the
same time take care of most of the household chores. They scold me every time
I stay up till early in the morning finishing school works and say that it is because
of my gadgets and social media that is why it’s taking me so long to finish my
assignments. Without knowing that I don’t even have time for myself anymore or
even chat with my friends for a while. They want me to excel in school, finish all
the chores and at the same time take care of my health and sleep early. I mean
it’s normal for parents to their children to be like that. But sometimes they go
overboard to the point that they invalidate your fillings when you’re having a
breakdown. Saying it’s your fault for having a pilled-up things to do. It’s your fault
for being stressed out. When all you want is silence and rest. Little by little I’m
slowly losing myself. In the morning, I don’t have the energy to wake up and face
my responsibilities. Responsibility as a daughter, as a sister, and as a student. I
let all of those pill up until it’s just me left, drain, stress, tired, and depressed.
And that’s just me. A lot of students out there are pressured just like I am. A lot of
students out there are in a same situation as me maybe even worse. My point is,
whatever the problem, whatever the situation, never ever let that pressure crush
you. It’s not wrong to take a break ang and breath. Your family may not
understand you and what you’re going through, remember that there are other
people who cares and understand. You are not alone you are never alone.