Personal Narrative: My Best In High School

In 1998 I graduated from Osceola High School. My parents were so proud of me. They always pushed me to do my best in school. I was in every group/club imaginable, just like my mother, and was a great flute player; ranked 7th best out of the entire Region 8. I graduated with a 3.25 and received the John Phillips Sousa Award which also offered a scholarship. I had my life laid out for me and lived it just as my parents wanted me to. In August of 1998, my parents packed me up and moved me into my dormitory at Arkansas State University, Jonesboro. This was the first time I had ever been away from home for a long period of time. It was scary, considering I wasn’t a very outgoing person. I always stayed to myself and talked only when I was spoken …show more content…
They skipped classes from time to time and loved staying out late. They would always ask me to join them but I had so much going on with classes and band that I always declined. One day there was a debate we were scheduled to have in class and I failed to finish my assignment. I thought that skipping that class just once wouldn’t hurt, so I decided to skip that class to avoid confrontation with my instructor. I figured that would give me an excuse to finish my assignment. That excuse turned into several skipped classes, time to find more fun things to take my mind off of my unfinished assignments, which eventually turned into me failing out of college. I had got carried away with living out on my own and doing things I wanted to do that I lost sight of what was really important, my college degree. I then found out I was pregnant so never went back to class again; I was devastated. How was I going to tell my parents, that I got pregnant and dropped out of college? What would they say? How am I going to take care of a child when I don’t even know how to take care of …show more content…
With myself being an independent this was a tough task for me. My very first time I employed interdependence was in my Art Appreciation class. I had logged my test due date into my google calendar wrong. The evening I thought my test was due, I sat down at my dining room table, pulled up my art course, and out beside the test link it read, “0/F.” I was so upset with myself for what I had done. I thought to myself, “Well, that’s it;” but that wasn’t it. I knew that if I reached out to my instructor and explained my mistake, then maybe she will understand and open the test back up for me. I opened up my email, but couldn’t bring myself to type out the email. I shut my laptop down and thought about it for the rest of the