Personal Narrative: A Personal Experience Of Adoption

There is a particular pleasure within the sensation of apathy despite the word’s adoption of a negative connotation. In the light of a different scenario, it can be rather fascinating. To put it differently, I have a tendency to focus on my curiosities while disengaging from distractions. On a Monday morning of my Junior year, I discovered myself standing in the front of my new class staring at the group of four that occupied the back table. My efforts mentally explaining that the back seat is always mine were to no avail. Feeling defeated, I trekked over to the table next to the massive windows. Not to mention, this would have seemed to be the absolutely splendid choice due to the natural source of sunlight, if it weren’t for San Francisco’s bipolar weather. Either the lack of shades would burn me into

No longer did I hear physics students firing rockets in the field outside nor did side conversations exist. Through five classes a week, I grasped knowledge I had previously dismissed, to only learn it was sensational and breathtaking. Henceforth, my seat situated near the windows since day one shifted from a curse into a tremendous blessing. Furthermore, I was surrounded by explicit passion and fluent ingenuity within the class’ subject by my peers. For this reason, I am embraced in humility and joy to have such peers help me realize all of the room I have to grow. During my free time, no longer did I aimlessly stream movies for entertainment, I explored thought provoking concepts and experiments. Thereby, I delve into a world of certainty and delight. Engagement and thought are both ideas heavily stressed to be developed yet seldom produced, yet they became the entities I crave for as the result of my daily AP Chemistry classes. Coupled with this newfound knowledge of my wishes, I desire this in not only college, but also in everyday