Personal Narrative: Dropping High School

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Good grades have always come easily for me. I was coasting through High School, counting down to the next football game or social event. As gratifying as it was seeing those A’s on my report card each semester, I came to realize that I wasn’t being challenged and I was feeling unfulfilled.
Up until then I had only taken “regular” classes; ensuring I would continue seeing all A’s. Eventually, the feeling of dissatisfaction outweighed the enjoyment I got from seeing a near perfect report card. So, when it came time to choose my classes for Junior year, I enrolled in PAP Physics.
During the first week, I thought it was going to be a breeze because homework wasn't required, just recommended. Seriously? Why didn’t I do this sooner? Moving forward, …show more content…

Succeed. Her words made me realize I hadn’t given the class any real effort. After the first bad grade, I’d convinced myself I couldn’t do it, so there was no point in trying. After our talk my whole attitude changed. I’m not a quitter and I wasn't going to just give up. I started completing homework, doing extra credit, asking questions during class, and going to school early and staying late for tutoring. By midterm I had managed to pull my grade up to a low B and was feeling more determined than ever. I was learning what it felt like to really succeed. As the end of the semester neared, my grade was holding strong at a B. It would take a near perfect score on the exam to bring my final grade up to an A. I prepared myself for the likelihood that my final grade in PAP Physics would be a B. I took the Exam. It was hard. The hardest test I have ever taken. I handed it in, went home and waited for grades to post. Several days later report cards finally posted. I logged on with matched feelings of dread and excitement. I stared at my phone in disbelief. A 97! I got a 97 on the Exam. But what I saw next was even more shocking. It was what all this hard work had been for. An A! It was barely an A, but still an A. I got an A in the class I was ready to give up on because I “couldn’t do it”. I worked hard for this A. I deserved this A more than any A I’d ever

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