Personal Narrative: My Seventh Grade In High School

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Seventh grade I simultaneously tapped my leg on the floor and my pencil to my desk. I looked around the room and examined all of my classmates. No one seemed as nervous as me. My teacher slid my test towards me and I felt my stomach drop as soon as I read the first couple of questions. I had no idea what any of the information was and I knew there was absolutely no way I was passing the test. What’s ridiculous is that even though I didn’t study, I felt bad for myself. “Are you okay?” my teacher asked. He looked at me knowing I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t sure what to say to him but I decided to just be honest. “I didn’t study for this at all and I have no idea what the test is on,” I blurted out. I regretted it right away, however, even if …show more content…
My favorite teacher of all time, Mr. Dickerson, taught me many things other than school related lessons. He showed me that there are some things I can control, and other things I can’t; therefore, I should only worry about the things I can control. “The way your mother choses to live her life is out of your reach, but you can still change the way you choose to live your life. You have to stop being so negative and look forward to your future,” he told me. “It’s hard to focus on my life, such as schoolwork, when I have to deal with a crazy drunk when I go home,” I replied, but if anyone had him as a teacher, you would know that Mr. Dickerson absolutely does not take excuses. That’s one quality that is super annoying but also amazing because I could never get away with anything. Something instantly clicked in my head and I knew what I had to do. I no longer went home and cared for my mom. I did not clean up her mess, I did not help her walk around, and I barely spoke to her because she was always extremely intoxicated. I completely focused on myself and what I wanted for my future. I could no longer help her with her life because that was out of my control. She was the only one responsible for what would happen to her. Mr. Dickerson encouraged me every single day to do my best and pushed me to achieve what I wanted. I learned that I am the only one who can determine what the rest of my life would be

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