Personal Experience: My Experience In High School

School was a challenge for me when I was younger, and I was that student who was always at the back of the pack. When I wasn’t in the classroom, I was either in a Special Ed class or practicing word and letter sounds with a speech teacher. Someone had to read my test out loud and I had additional time to complete them. I was two reading levels behind everyone in my year. And then fifth grade happened. I had these impressive co-teachers who were very involved with my studies, and I was able to show my strengths in math. Never before did I consider I was advanced in any subject, but there I was. English was still a mighty foe that held a resent against me; probably for the countless times I butchered the language.
That summer I took the challenge

My mind was filled with these high expectations from my teachers and other adults in my life. I thought it was going to be a new obstacle for me to face, but this time I had experience on my side. I was told that I had to train to take these challenges, that I had to use my time outside of school to pass, and that I had to depend on myself and not the teachers. I stood on my guard for this dragon to appear, but the slithery reptile never came to duel me. The dragon approached my other classmates, and I would witness the results of their battle the following day, but I was protected somehow. Why? I was disappointed. Here I was in the last stages before I entered adulthood, but it was just identical to eighth grade but with more foreign combatants and assignments.
And so Boredom used this to his advantage. With no challenge presented to me, I slacked during school hours to test the limits until it affected me severely. I didn’t train; I did my homework during Bellwork; I gathered double digits of absences. This was exactly how the beast wanted me. It didn’t matter how much experience I had under my belt because I would be ill-prepared to use

I knew there was supposed to be a boss monster on this level, or why else would the obstacles be there? The high school became the only sensible target in my eyes. I was already annoyed with the school district. This move was supposed to be a fresh start, but chaos followed my family and I was unable to journey outside of my bubble.
All of my growing resentment from that year was targeted at a single enemy. I missed weeks at a time, and I blamed it all on my teachers, bus driver, and other students. They were the reason why I missed, but I couldn’t even place the reason in words. Unknowing at the time, this was the built up tension from my dad’s death that I had no way to project. Then I was confronted by my counselor, and this accidental advantage that Boredom held until now, it slipped out of his grand talons and I was able to whisk it away from him.
Over the course of months, we fought. I now knew that he was the boss monster of this level, and I held on my position for dear life. The beast knew my weak points and doubled his assault. In those classes that had no tasks, it waited there in the back, slowly slithering his tentacles along the ground. He steamed in the corner when he saw I was making finally making friends. It was an ongoing standstill between longtime