Personal Narrative: Debary High School

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My pre-calculus teacher walks forward with a large stack of papers and hands me an overturned test - normally a sign of bad results. I flip the packet over and I’m devastated by what I see. On this single math exam, I receive the worst grade I’ve ever had in a class - a 56. At first, I think that everybody failed, and that maybe there’d be a curve. But as my partner receives his test back, I quickly realize I’m wrong. In Debary, Florida, life was easy. Things always just “clicked” for me. My Friday nights were filled with friends and bowling or going to see movies at the local theater. Academics were a breeze too; I was in the Gifted and Talented program and I could get A’s in classes only paying attention half of the time. But here, a 56. In Florida I was a hundred, but in the New Jersey suburbs, the best I can be is a 56. And it feels awful. …show more content…

He turns away snickering. My other classes seemed to follow the same downward trend. They were all intense competitions—ones that I kept losing. To make matters worse, I had no one to turn to. I sat alone at lunch for weeks, shut out by people who had known each other since kindergarten. For the first time, I watched from the outside as everyone else seemed to meet success at every turn. People were nice to me, but not anything real. My own fear and loneliness made it seem like any extension of kindness was fake. A girl named Anna, who I now call a close friend, asked me countless times to eat lunch together, but my own anxieties held me

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