I'm calling BS. :)
Your post was VERY grammatically correct, and, to me, showed high intelligence and college level composition skills.
If that post was written on anything else, I would have been hard pressed to believe you lived such a hard young life.
Keep on doing whatever it is that is motivating you to overcome, and achieve such intelligence and class.
Well the truth of it is that I've always been intelligent, I was a straight A student up until the 6th grade (when I basically checked out). Violinist since age 2 (concert master of a few orchestras in my time). Self-taught guitarist and pianist. It's like I said my mother did her best to raise me properly. I have manners, I use proper grammar, and I'm pretty frickin' good at math (my mom is a math teacher after all, and her mother an english professor who passed the grammar nazi bug along). I have a great memory and it sort of comes with the territory--it's no fault of my own really lol.
If you were an adult and knew me in high school you'd basically be begging
me to marry your daughter--but I'd still be "cool" enough that she'd actually want to date me (and that should've made you wonder why).
I'm not trying to brag on myself so much as I'm trying to provide perspective. This is a "it-can-happen-to-you" moment.
As much as all of that is true--I am still quite at home with "scumbags." As I'm sure you can imagine many of my friends are lower class and to be honest I feel weird at college here with all these white-folk (despite being white myself). Being intelligent lends itself well to being a bit of a chameleon.
It is true that it was difficult to leave the game--but keep in mind the destruction that hard drugs can wreak and what I'd been watching myself do to my neighborhood and friends (for profit). People started dying. I became an addict. It stopped being a party. Being intelligent also lends itself to having an active conscience--one which told me I was doing wrong, and also that I needed to offer something back to society in repayment.
I'd drugged my conscience away long enough one day and with the combination of an OD and my girlfriend all through high school slipping into terrible addiction--I moved here. First just to leave (campus living is cheap)--then school came into play.
Chemistry caught me my first semester and for 6 years I've been doing it the hard way working and paying my way. First comm college, now university.
If you had asked anyone back in the day whether this could all happen to "the smartest kid in school"; the nerdy kid with the thick glasses--whose mother dressed him--and the books and instruments for friends they'd have told you shit no.
Well shit yes, and that's the point.
Regardless of what anyone says--the only reason any child has ever sold drugs in this country is because the government wants to protect the dead junkie from last week from himself. Nevermind if the child grows up to be a junkie as a result. Again I wanna make clear that I made all of these choices, and being intelligent I understood the depth of them from a fairly early age--that doesn't mean the system should allow for this, though.
It shouldn't. So the government doesnt want our gas stations to be drug dealers. Well I, for one, don't want them to pass the buck to our kid--or to the poor for that matter. So many people blame the lower class for burying itself. If everyone does it, it means that's a thing that people do. If you know keeping a chameleon in a cardboard box will cause it to stop eating and die--but you do it anyway. Is the chameleon to blame, or are you?