Personal Narrative: My Failing In School

As a child, I never truly liked school. I was absolutely great at it. I remember being the quickest learner in class, because learning came to me easily. So I thought anyway. Fast forward through some of the awkward years of social development, which I didn’t have much of up until high school, to my freshman year. I finally found something I enjoyed pouring my time and effort into, NJROTC, or the Naval Junior Reserve Officer Training Corp. I loved the order, the discipline, and the authority. I happened to be the first group of cadets that enrolled in the class at Deptford Township High School. I developed quickly into a natural leader, and my social skills started developing as well. It is at this point where my life changes drastically. I meet a girl, start failing in school, get arrested, drop out of high school, follow a path of drugs and recklessness, eventually leading to a few moments of suicide and self-mutilation. I sum all this up in a succinct and brief sentence so that you can know my past, but also understand it doesn’t define my person. I’d like any and all who read this to understand that when I …show more content…
I’m not suggesting that every teacher needs to be stripped, beaten, and flayed. I truly feel every teacher that has a heart for their students understands the passion and desire to see a student succeed, grow, and mature into fullness. How can we hope to build them up if we’ve never had to build ourselves up? We’ve all been looked down on, criticized, judged, and so on and so forth. It is in this I realize that every mistake, error, and trail I’ve suffered comes around for good. Through my perseverance and patience, I’ve been able to stand fast, and this will motivate me and encourage me in the long run. If a few temporary afflictions has produced this good fruit in my life that will multiply in others, how much more will I produce if I persevere from this point