Personal Narrative: Waking Up In High School

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The alarm clock is one of the most feared household objects. Waking up in the morning has always been a struggle for me and it is likely because I was up the prior night doing homework or catching up on social media. Other nights may include hanging out with friends, joking around even though we ought to be sleeping. In sixth grade, however, I hated my alarm because it reminded me of the upcoming day. In my early years of schooling, I was the “cool” kid of my class. I kissed a girl during naptime and would sing the beginning of “Drop It Like It’s Hot” for my sister’s friends. I even got a “needs improvement” for talking during class. I asked questions, and unlike my peers, was attracted to learning; my peers started to ignore me. By sixth grade, I had few friends. I lost interest in classes that had been previously intriguing and was simply going through the motions of daily life. Some girls in my English class even nicknamed me “Eeyore” because of how incessantly sad I was.…show more content…
I reluctantly agreed. A few weeks later, I was happier than I’d been in months because I finally belonged. While most of the cast members were in high school, I, being in seventh grade, looked up to each of them. They included me in their conversations, and although I did not say much, they listened when I did. There was such a wide variety of people in the show, ranging from an honors student who taught me how to solve a Rubik's Cube, to another who went on to major in opera and vocal
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