Narrative Essay On Leaving School Analysis

Narrative essay I did not attend “school” until ninth grade, or at least a physical school. For the most part I was homeschooled up until that point. I would spend all day everyday at home, alone, doing nothing. I lived in a constant fog that was so thick it enveloped me at all times, leaving me feeling drained and encompassed in a dark and alone place. From the start of middle school to the first day of ninth grade I was lost, fearful of going and doing different things or anything that was outside of my “norm.” Even just the thought of leaving that comfort zone forced my thoughts down a dim path of self-deprecation. The last few years that I continued to do homeschool were the worst. As I grew older i started wanting conversations and company outside of my family and myself. I began to feel a crushing force of stagnation. It felt like I wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything, the idea of being stuck in one place not moving was like I was trapped in quick sand. The more I struggled the deeper I got, until I could not breathe. My family had tried to send me to school before and I had done fine for a few years. But I started to feel like I was suffocating and anxious there too.

Out of nowhere I decided to turn down the radio that was blaring some random country music and say “I want to go to high school.” I could tell this took my mom off guard by the half shocked, concerned and half amused look that was plastered to her face. It was only there for a moment but I cannot forget it. As soon as she realized that my boisterous statement was not a joke her look took on a more serious tone. “Like Actually?” she said when she looked at me. I assured her that I was entirely serious. We were stopped at a red light she turned to me and asked exactly how serious I was. She had all the right to doubt my