Looking Back To School-Personal Narrative

It started when I first had to go to school. I was excited I thought it would be just like preschool. I was so wrong, when I got my first work assignment and got an A on it I was happy. Then when I took it home to my mom and she says I got an A and my sister got a C so she had me to study. “You’re going to be very smart so study hard and do good,” she told me. She brags to everyone about how well I was doing in school. I couldn’t be happier, but I was wrong about the happiness. First grade came and so did spelling I wasn’t the best at it and when she notices she made me spend countless hours spelling word after word. Each time I was done she would get a new set to learn, every time she left to get more words I would look out the sliding door to see my siblings playing outside while I was stuck inside. ‘Why can’t I go out and play too?’ I would think to myself ‘It’s not …show more content…
I always cried because of their words to the point where they would call me a crybaby. To make it worse I still didn’t get to go outside as much as they did. I had to study more as the grades got more difficult. The disdain and animosity I felt towards my siblings were unbearable. I would always get infuriated with them to the point where I almost always refused to be in the same area as them. Since I was never outside enough and didn’t meet many new people I had trouble talking to people. Then to make matters worse I’ve only had conversations with adults so I had and still have trouble speaking to people my age. Fast forward to now. I don’t hold much animosity towards my siblings anymore. I still stay inside a lot out of habit. I know it’s not the school's fault they said all those mean things to me. I forgive them though, we were young and they didn’t know better. I now love to hate and hate to love school. Overall I’m glad to leave the past in the