I stared at the dead body facing the floor ; I had finally killed the only person that could ever hold down my wings, the only person who could ever stop my drive, the only person who could ever cease my day. The man I killed at that moment, was the me of before. In ninth grade, I had to fight my academic limitations in order to achieve my full potential. I stood strongly against the forces of fatigue, laziness, and negative thoughts through sheer determination alone . My dazed body felt the room spinning from the nights I battled sleep to push myself ahead in math, to understand the context in literature, master the complexities in science , and to understand the history of people. My legs shook from the many times knocked down by failing quizzes and tests; but yet, instead of staying down, my body rose back up with a stronger will before, vowing never to make the same mistake again.
Both my parents and teachers were generally troubled by the choices I made for myself; They agreed that I had fallen into the wrong crowd, and that I needed to change. And so, after my eighth grade …show more content…
I had organized all my books and school supplies prior to going to class the next week; I was organized and better prepared than I ever had been before. Then to lay some more power shots to my old self, I fully engaged myself into discussions in class, I actively participated and gained the approbation from my teachers. At first it seemed as though this new me had complete dominance, but my old self usually fought back after my body was tired from swim practice, it would make me avoid long homework and just do the shorter ones; which ultimately made my grade lower in some classes, because I would not do their homework. At first, the fight between the old and new me was a closer match, because although I would do my work in class, I neglected the harder parts of my homework
Both my parents and teachers were generally troubled by the choices I made for myself; They agreed that I had fallen into the wrong crowd, and that I needed to change. And so, after my eighth grade …show more content…
I had organized all my books and school supplies prior to going to class the next week; I was organized and better prepared than I ever had been before. Then to lay some more power shots to my old self, I fully engaged myself into discussions in class, I actively participated and gained the approbation from my teachers. At first it seemed as though this new me had complete dominance, but my old self usually fought back after my body was tired from swim practice, it would make me avoid long homework and just do the shorter ones; which ultimately made my grade lower in some classes, because I would not do their homework. At first, the fight between the old and new me was a closer match, because although I would do my work in class, I neglected the harder parts of my homework