Badly influenced/ creative nonfiction

Hello guys, this is my first time writing in this community.

Once upon a time in my life I was someone that could easily be influenced by my peers.

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That was when I was in college, we moved around alot because of the nature of my parents' jobs. So I went to different schools in college and it was not easy fitting into any of them. My own way of fitting in was to follow peers.

I don't mean the good ones😅, the last school I went to for college was the same thing, it was boarding school so my parents didn't have full watch on me. In order to fit in which didn't happen easily I had to make friends with people that I felt could help me fit in. I was still finding myself though so I didn't have a strong ground and I went for anything that I thought was good for me.

It was going well at first, till it wasn't anymore. My academic life was paying the price for my decision and it was paying dearly. It got to a point where my teachers were always complaining about my grades and even advising me to drop some of my courses.

So my mom had to come to school and she was not happy about what she was hearing, so she called me and talked to me. She said," you know that at the rate your teachers are complaining about your studies, you might end up repeating this class if you don't sit up and the friends I see you walking with I don't like them change them, I don't think they are helping you."

My mom is a very good judge of character so she knew the kind of friends I had just from seeing them and answering the greetings and she didn't like them. She was right because they never for once asked about my studies, never encouraged me to read and never helped me do anything concerning it.

It wasn't going to be easy to let go of them, I knew that but I also knew that if I continued with them then I was going to move forward in my academics and for such I was going to repeat the class. Before my mom left she asked to meet with the class prefect of my class and she paired us.

My mom told her and begged her to help me keep off the bad friends that I surrounded myself with, to encourage me in my studies and help me in anything I found difficult.

It was difficult to keep them off because they were very consistent and continued pestering me. It took a lot of determination for me to detach myself from them.

My class rep. became my friend so with her help, I was able to stop following my bad friends, I began taking my studies seriously and my grades changed for the better.

Lots of love from jhymie 🥰