Since freshman year, I struggled with my grades. I've never been the smartest or fastest person in school, but I am very hardworking when it comes to homework and classwork. I try my absolute best and even when I get discouraged I pick myself up and try again. Freshman year my mom was getting surgeries for her cancer, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety, and my parents and I were having a very rough patch. I faced abuse as a young adult from my father which left me with very hard memories and stress to get over. Up until senior year, I struggled with school because I felt like the world turned against me in every way. I couldn’t get out of my bubble of depression, I kept on replaying my father’s abuse in my head over and over every day non-stop. …show more content…
My second semester of junior year is when things went downhill. I had a relapse with my cutting addiction and ended up having to go to Lutheran General Memorial Hospital a week after we took our ACT’s for the first time. Again I felt like the world was completely against me, I just didn’t want to be here anymore. I hated junior year with a burning passion. After my episode of craziness I started having family problems again, my family wouldn’t stop asking me why I would do something like that (cutting myself) and what put the cherry on top of the cake, my parents told their parents and their parents told everyone they know about what happened to me. If all of this chaos wasn’t enough, I got strep throat the week before semester finals and had to miss the entire week. My grades went from B’s and C’s to D’s and
I did not want to talk to anybody about what I was going through, I was miserable, I hated myself. At the end of of the semester, I knew I was going to be suspended because I knew how I performed. I wanted to run away, I did not want to return to my home. I experienced a major depression
Despite the many hours I worked on the class, I still could only get C’s on the tests. I spent most of my free time correcting my quizzes and rewriting notes from the class. I was struggling- so much that I let my other classes slip away. At home, I would fight with my mother about my grades. She would yell at me saying, “Your brothers could always get As!
Of course I am not trying to make up excuses on why I did so poorly, throughout this semester I have been dealing with my own internal problems and also illnesses. I have been dealing with family problems such as, potential divorces and differences in the family that have been arising
I barely got through geometry, and I thought that I wasn't going to survive. I failed tests and retook them for a better grade, I pushed myself and told myself to keep going no matter what. At the end of the year when finals came around I was still struggling. My teacher told me that I might have to stay another year. I was freaking out and didn’t know what to do.
This year has been a little difficult because there is a lot of pressure on us as the student, because there are some qualification the we need in order to pass senior year and get our diploma. Apart from the pressure of senior year, I had a concussion at the beginning of the school year the was unexpected, I was out for few days when I came back to school I had to catch up with all the work the I missed. It was not easy for me because I never gotten a concussion before and I play one of the dangers sports ‘Cheerleading’. The was just the beginning of my senior year, I always believe the things happen for a reason and after I will understand why it happen.
I missed over a week of school and really fell behind on grades and motivation. I was always in pain, and constantly driving to Grand Rapids to visit my boyfriend in the hospital. There are a lot of things I could name that was bad about this experience, but some things were good about getting into this accident. I never knew what I wanted to study in college or what I had an interest in. But after this accident, my boyfriend was in the hospital for almost a year, and I was constantly with him, at the hospital and at home.
I personally believe it’s better to aim low and be happy that I achieved what I wanted rather than plan too far ahead and be disappointed in having not achieved that specific goal. While this sounds like it would screw me in the long term so far in this life minus a few things that were out of my control then I have done a pretty good job so far. So now for the reason why I believe that you risk hurting yourself in the long road by planning ahead too far, the brain does better with short term goals, and finally why I believe this to be the case using examples from my life. I would also like to apologize for how dark this essay might get on that last reason and hope that this doesn’t off put me in your eyes. (talk about how depression started
Thinking back on those days makes me feel a lot of regret for putting myself into that situation. Thankfully, through my emotional roller coaster, I was able to find true friends who helped me though every step of the way. Once I reached rock bottom, I knew that the only way was up, but everything that I grasped at seemed to dissolve in my hands. My friends abandoned me, my grades slipped out of control, and emotionally, my heart felt like a punching bag that had received one upper-cut too many. I struggled in this stage for a time, until finally, I was done.
Unfortunately, I didn’t know what was coming down the road. I would have never guessed I would battle depression daily, lose all my friends, and no longer be on the honor roll
Freshman year I tore my ACL and meniscus during a soccer game. This injury set me back just not only in soccer but greatly in school as well. Before my surgery I had to go through pre-therapy to prepare my knee for surgery. As soon as pre-therapy started I began to miss school. In previous years I had barely missed any school so missing was hard on me.
I had turned my back on God, I had disconnected myself from my family. I had become very rebellious. I started hanging out with the “wrong” crowd. I was partying and drinking. Losing focus of my dreams and goals in life, I dropped out of school.
Personal Narrative Essay Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.
At the beginning of my high school career, I knew grades were important but, I never knew how vital until the end of my eleventh-grade year when I began "college hunting. " I realized that with a low GPA nobody wants you at their university because you 're a representation of them so, when you look bad they look bad. Soon after, knowing what had to be done, I prepared myself for the final year of high school with new study habits, motivation, and a new mindset on the grades I 'll accept because I was "Passing." In my past years, I see how I didn 't take my education seriously.
My grades in school were horrible during this time, the highest I would make is a C. Around this time, and my sister announced that she was pregnant to the family. I was expected to not only do everything else, but also help with the baby. I quickly became overwhelmed, I realized I was not
Tears wouldn’t stop flowing down my face, I saw a pen knife on the shelf and slit my wrist. Next few days I walked into the school as if nothing happen, I hide my scars under my jumper until the day I took my Mandarin exam. I finished my paper early so I checked my papers over and over again and pulled my sleeves up a bit, without realizing one of my teacher who was in there saw my scars and told my key stage manager. Right before I step into my car, my key stage manager stopped me, took my arm and pulled the sleeves up. I got home and sat alone in my room just staring into the walls, got up and decided I needed