Being the shortest, youngest and most different kid in class was a bit difficult for me in the first few years. As I grew older, I learned some things…

Being the shortest, youngest and most different kid in class was a bit difficult for me in the first few years. As I grew older, I learned some things that most teens wouldn’t learn for next few years; things that change a child’s life. I was always mocked and made fun of and I had trouble learning in school, I didn’t get the best grades but I didn’t get the worst. I got into trouble every once in a while like any other teens, but I didn’t get many things others got. I didn’t always sleep in a nice warm bed, sometimes I had to sleep on the hard, cold, floor. I didn’t always have the best clothes most of it was used hand-me-downs from other people. One thing I did learn was that it was ok to be the only girl in class, being the only Hispanic in class, or being the shortest and youngest of the graduating class. Being the odd one out hasn’t been easy, but it wasn’t the worst thing either for me either. I learned to be different and I learned it was something that made me, me. I was proud to be who I was and still am. I am the odd one out.
– Stefannie

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