Personal Narrative: The Remembrance Of Failure

The remembrance of failure generally has a few phases. Phase one is the recollection of the heart sickening, gut-punching feeling that originally accompanied it, two is a hearty grimace, and three is a bit of a chuckle. At their present time the hardships that I faced my freshman and sophomore years of high school seemed like my own personal armageddon. I criticized my younger self for my obliviousness entering the high school world, but I soon realized that I had a couple of different options under my belt to deal with such things. The first was daydreaming that Doc from Back to the Future would knock on my door and give me the opportunity to tell my freshman self to wake up; the second was to be proactive and learn from my academic malfeasance.

I couldn’t hide forever. So, ladies and gentlemen, come on a retrospective journey of the once aloof and unaware Alexis Pfeffer; the main event: reality coming crashing down on her like a piano falling from a ten story apartment building. However, gladly our protagonist prevails.
From the beginning of my cognizance all I had ever known was a private school education. Though my parents struggled with getting their small, fruit-growing business off the ground, they never made my sisters and I aware of any financial problems. Education was the number one priority in our household, no matter the cost. After excelling in a small school setting for such a long time, I didn’t know what it was going to be like in the jungle that was a public school education, but I didn’t think it would be a big deal.
I strode into the large, 1,000 student per grade school that was Great Oak High School, and floated through the first year as if I was in a daydream. I went through half of my freshman year turning a blind eye to my grades, never once looking at my online reports. However, when my parents got hold of my grades I had no choice but to look at the B’s and C’s that held residency on my report card. These simple letters were panic inducing. In my eyes, they denoted inevitable life long failure; flash forwards of me living in my parents basement eating Cheetos and watching never ending marathons of Jeopardy for the remainder of my life haunted me. My inner core of anxiety shined bright, my human form now converted into a tension filled supernova, if you will. However, all protagonists have to reach their low point before redemption.
My move from not only my hometown, but my home state was heart breaking. However, little did I know that this move was written in the stars, as it turned my life around for the better. After the limbo period that was my sophomore year, I finally realized The Adelson School was the place I needed to be. Close relationships with my teachers and fellow classmates are an imperative aspect of my way of learning, and being at Adelson made me come into full realization of that fact. Small school learning environments will always be the classroom experiences that make me feel at home, no matter what state I’m in.
I am now in my senior year, and I think I deserve to win the award for the ‘World’s Latest Bloomer’. Can anybody help me get into contact with Guinness World Records? I’d love my own page spread. In the end, the trials and tribulations I faced throughout my high school career shaped me into a more diverse individual, and I regret none of them. From these experiences, I know myself better than I ever have. The protagonist’s journey continues to college, her seemingly fatal flaw turning out to not be so fatal.