Personal Narrative: Foster Home

I was presented with a whole new curriculum and teaching styles. Needless to say, my school grades went down since I was still adapting to a new language and school system. My first two school years in the United States were by far my worse but that did not stop me from succeeding. Even though I was young, I was able to understand what I was going through. I knew that I needed to not just put in the same effort as other kids my age but far more.

I would have helped if I could,” she said concerned about me. “you were a very good student what happened?” I did not know what to say so I cried and told her the truth. That every time I sit for a test I end up failing it because I do not study enough. She comforted me telling me that I can do better next term

I want to tell you a story about something else. A real life lesson that I learned in school, something truly beneficial to my future. My senior year of high school taught me many things, however nothing compared to what I learned when I hit rock bottom that year. My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before.

New school, making new friends, and getting used to the school. My sophomore year I transferred from Shaw High School. I really didn’t want to go here I would have preferred to stay at shaw, but I couldn’t. Sophomore was my worst year of high school. When I first started Collinwood High School, they didn’t have my transcript over from Shaw so for a month I had to take ninth grade classes.

Homelessness has taken a toll in many people lives. My senior year in high school my family and I became homeless. I was suppose to be happy because I was graduating but all I could think about is what if my friends found out I am homeless. Although we lived with people and not in a shelter I was going to be so embarrassed and ashamed. I was going to school everyday putting a smile on my face like everything was fine but once school was over the depression kicked back in.

I grew up in an environment where academics were not a priority on my list. My mom insisted that as long as I tried my best, nothing else mattered. Throughout middle school and the beginning of my high school years, I was convinced that my best was average. I was a C-student who spent most of his time in suspension, and I didn’t pay attention when I did go to class. However, my sophomore year led me to take a different perspective.

The resurrection story is a story of victory over selfishness and pride, over cowardice and denial, over fear and doubt. The power of resurrection is not offered to people who have accepted Jesus’ death, but have not accepted His new life. A certain writer, in his article said, “resurrection life is not just about having your sins forgiven. Our religion is not just sin management.

God brought Jesus back from the dead. He provided the way for you to have a personal relationship with Him through Jesus. When we realize how deeply our sin grieves the heart of God and how desperately we need a Savior, we are ready to receive God's offer of salvation. To admit we are sinners means turning away from our sin and selfishness and turning to follow Jesus. The Bible word for this is "repentance" - to change our thinking about how grievous sin is, so our thinking is in line with God's.

I did my homework everyday, I payed attention, and I actually gained an understanding of the material I was learning. I went as far to ask my parents to give me a tutor to be certain I had no excuses. And now in my senior year in highschool my grade never dropped below a B. Refusal to fail is now in my

This is what my life consisted of. No, not all of my life, but a majority--the part that everyone says will be the best years of your life. That was not the case for me. I was bullied from third grade all the way until I lost my weight and my self confidence with it, my life was an absolute hell, but I had no idea what was coming. I was poked and prodded every year since my freshman year, with another complication coming up every time.

When I got into middle school and started taking classes like Algebra 1 and Spanish that would count for high school credit, it became very apparent to me that the grades that I get in these classes could very easily affect my high school GPA and my ability to get into a college of my choice. It was this realization that pushed me to further improve myself and my better being. During the seventh grade I got diagnosed with ADHD and started a medication regiment that significantly helped me focus and understand the lessons that my teachers were teaching. All of this was great and my grades did significantly improve, but the cons

A few years ago I was living with my mother in Yuma. I lived with her for almost my whole life with joint custody shared between the two of my parents. I went to the school district that was in the boundaries of my mom's residence because more of the time shared between joint custody was with my mother. I always did okay in school up until two years ago. My mom has alway been a single parent ever since her and my dad split up.

Three years ago, my life took a turn for the better. I moved from Virginia to North Carolina after my freshman year and it was one of the best things I have ever done for myself. Throughout my transition of moving and living in North Carolina with my family, I have reached my full potential and have thrived in my academics. I have pushed myself to be the best of my ability in my academics. I am also an active member of my community through spending my time volunteering in many different forms.

Foster Care The day I got taken away was a day I remember like no other. It feels like it just happened yesterday. The police came to my friend’s house, where I was staying for the weekend and came to pick me up. I went home to get some clothes