Last year, during my junior year of high school, I was gifted and cursed with the honor of receiving 100 percent on every test in precalculus, except one. I completed the first semester without losing a single point on a test. My teacher was astonished by my success and told me “I can not remember the last time a student aced every test.” Transitioning into the seconded semester, I now had an obligation for myself to finish the year without losing a point on a test. From then on, each time I sat down during a test, my nerves were indescribable, and with each return of an unflawed test, my need for perfection grew. My need continued to grow until the last test of the year: The two day final. This test ruined my streak and crushed my confidence. I was put back into reality and forced to realize I am not perfect. I received a 98 percent on the second day of the final. Not only did I feel as if I had let myself down, my teacher also wrote on my test “this hurts me” assuming I was not hurt by my imperfection. This drive for excellence at times, consumes my life, and this year I am releasing myself from the need to be ‘perfect’ because I am human; I am realizing I make …show more content…
No longer will I subject myself to rude comments, looks, or thoughts. Rather, I will find those who bring joy and love into my life and those who create an aura of serenity. Finding confidence in my surroundings, I am going to release myself from all things negative.
Looking upon the world in a positive light will require me to release myself from the fear of the unknown. At the end of this school year, I will no longer be a student of the Little Falls School District. I will be starting a new and intimidating phase in my life. I am anxious to leave my home and everything with which I have become accustomed. I am apprehensive to move on for the fear of uncertainty. I am nervous I will be unable to adjust and acclimate to my new surroundings. This transition is unnerving, but I am going to release the fear through time.
By the time I am finished with my senior year of high school, I am expected to have planned the rest of my life. I am compelled to know the college I am to attend, the major I will study, and the future job I will have. Instead, I am completely undecided. I have no college chosen and no distinct plan of study. I have ideas but nothing concrete. This feeling of indecision leaves me sitting awake at night worrying about all of the unknowns. I worry about the vigor of my classes, the money wasted if I chose the wrong path, and the possibility of losing friends. I lie awake dwelling over the