I can recall my recent summer when I challenged myself to do tremendous work. Looking back to my previous summers, the mundane experience encouraged me to take drivers education for my license next year, test out of Algebra 2 and P.E., work on my AP History and Advanced English homework, practiced my viola for Symphonic Orchestra, read books during the night, and study for the S.A.T. (which was indeed, way too early for me). I was prompted to act because I recently found my ambitions for my future. My ultimate educational goal is to become some sort of engineer (undecided, but it’s related to this field), have the highest GPA possible, and obtain acceptance into University of Michigan. These ambitions didn’t hit me at the speed of light, but naturally throughout my ninth grade as I transition to a broader level of education. But with the thought that three months away from school was enough
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However, I fell into much fatigue eventually, with only three to four hours of sleep, muscle pain from exercising, and still with homework to accomplish; this began to reflect on everything that would happen later. There were days when my parents watched me painfully, walking upstairs to eat dinner. They watched as I acted emotionless, yawning unnaturally as if I’ve been on earth for seventy years. My dad asked me curiously, “Why–are you becoming like this–what happened–to your happiness–why did you put yourself into too much work?” A dad to ask such sad questions shows that he truly cares for his son, but I chose to not answer. It hurts just to explain to my parents the difficult work I must face similar to the other students in my school just to become successful. Due to my lack of sleep and eating less, I still wasn’t ready for my testing out exams, came unprepared, and left with no
However, I fell into much fatigue eventually, with only three to four hours of sleep, muscle pain from exercising, and still with homework to accomplish; this began to reflect on everything that would happen later. There were days when my parents watched me painfully, walking upstairs to eat dinner. They watched as I acted emotionless, yawning unnaturally as if I’ve been on earth for seventy years. My dad asked me curiously, “Why–are you becoming like this–what happened–to your happiness–why did you put yourself into too much work?” A dad to ask such sad questions shows that he truly cares for his son, but I chose to not answer. It hurts just to explain to my parents the difficult work I must face similar to the other students in my school just to become successful. Due to my lack of sleep and eating less, I still wasn’t ready for my testing out exams, came unprepared, and left with no