Personal Narrative: My Apathetic Life

Molded and defined by my entire high school expedition; before was an apathetic life. I’ve grown indifferent for the sake of enduring in this harsh environment. I’ve been raised by my parents to love and care; the world, hypothetically speaking, has been showing differently. I picked up the notion being apathetic, which I thought was right when I was younger, but my high school experience proves me wrong to even consider that notion.

Let me share with you the top three notions I have picked up when I was a child. First, the bandwagon greatly affected me. Being the odd one out while you are undergoing the first stage of puberty is not an option. “Why are you wearing that?” “Why did not you watch ‘this’ show?” “Why would you not you laugh with us?” “Why would you not you get the joke?” “Why are you with us?” “Why are you crying?” I hated people prying on me. I isolated myself in refusing to add any more to my insecurities yet, I still try to keep up mutual with them. Second, like an infant, whatever is on my plate, I would either like it or hate it but never question it. My curiosity plug was kept inside of me. I felt the act of excessively questioning others are annoying for other people. There was also this feeling that I had to know more than the other would expect me to. I ended up being mute. And

It was again on the opening of the school year we had to present an original poem in front of the whole class. Now it was in school. It is written sarcastically which was easy to do. I scored high as well. And at the end of the school year there was an individual persuasive essay for our performance task. I’ve let go of the worries that my topic would violate any policies in school but my worries were for nothing. The teacher accepted this topic that wouldn’t be the first thing to come up to mind by anyone unless you have the guts to do so. I was able to score high as