Narrative Essay On Being A Drop Out

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Growing up, I never imagined to be a drop out. When I was young my dream was to finish school, college and everything. Something so little can easily change causing hopes and dreams to crumble, even if it was not your fault or decision in doing so. During my sixth grade year the housing owner, my grandfather, was getting old in age. He had one of the most common forms of dementia, Alzheimer. While going to school every day my mother was slowly getting fed up with having to take care of my grandfather and our two dogs, Susie and Lucy. One day she made the harsh decision while drinking her twelve ounce Red Dog, beer, to pull me out of school even if I was only in the sixth grade, even if I did have an older brother that could help. All of her …show more content…

WOOF! WOOF! I slowly became awake out of a late night daze to hearing Lucy and Susie barking as someone was banging on the door loudly. It was around noon, I knew this only because you could hear my mom’s soaps from down the hall. You could feel the untouched chill from the tiles pressed on your feet as you walked towards the living room. I stumble from my sleepy haze to see that my mom was hiding behind the huge white wooden door peering through the peep hole. While looking to see who was on the other side of the door, she whispered to me go to in my room and take the dogs with me. Knowing better to challenge my mother’s words, I grabbed the fluff of black fur, Lucy, and encouraged Susie to follow me as I went into my room. When walking into the room every little sound became ten times louder, Susie’s paws taping on the cold tiles walking towards her bed by the nightstand. Closing the white door behind us, the warm natural light from the evening sun shining in my room was enough light for me to see the entirety of my huge master bedroom so I turned the lights off. Laying on my king sized bed staring at the ceiling, I could hear faint sounds coming from the living room where my mom loudly argued with the principal, and I slowly started to sink in the huge bed. After sitting around for what felt like forever, I decided to put Harvest Moon Magical Melody on my silver Nintendo GameCube, to distract me from whatever conversations going on. While playing the game, I was …show more content…

During the test everything was harder than it should be. The hardest part out of the four main subjects (math, English, social studies, and science) was the social studies. Before my mom ever pulled me out of school, I hated social studies. Learning about the hunters and gathers was extremely boring, I don’t know if it was because of how the teacher taught or if it was me. During the social studies is when I struggled the most. The clock’s ticking echoed louder and louder as the time was getting closer to the end. “Five minutes remain” spoke the instructor as she was flipping the next page of magazine. I leaned back for a second, stared at the ceiling and sighed. I wasn’t going to be able to finish in time. Going back to working on the test and trying not to leave anything on the test blank so I decided to mark anything I didn’t know as a. As soon as I was finishing up I heard “Pencils down, look up.” During that part of the test when I was looked around the room seeing how everyone work on their test, how determined they were to do good made me wish I would have convinced my mother to let me stay in school. In the summer, when we got the results back so much pressure was relieved. The school placed me into the next grade because I was just a few points away from mastery in all

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