Essay on My Speech On A Bad Day

1632 Words Oct 1st, 2015 7 Pages
A bad day doesn’t mean you have a bad life. A good day doesn’t mean you have a good life either. You could have tons of bad days, but it doesn’t mean that you have a bad life. You could have a good day but that doesn’t mean you have a good life. I wish I understood this sooner. I wish I thought it was only temporary sooner.
My freshman year was one of the worst years of my life. I’ve accepted it and I am moving on from it, because that is the only thing that there is left to do. I’ve made mistakes, but they make great lessons for me now. I’m not proud of that year but proud of the person I have become because of it. My grades did not show my learning ability whatsoever. I was and probably and average low B, high C student. I wasn’t really expecting school to be that hard for me. I thought the grades I wanted would just fall into my lap; that wasn’t the case. I didn’t necessarily struggle with grades, but I wasn’t happy with the ones I got. I thought my life was good though. I came home from school to a family still intact. We were going to move out of the house we were living in, into a house that I liked a lot. My siblings and I all got our own rooms. But, my mom was the only one who didn’t like it. I didn’t really notice at the time but she seemed less happy. I told her a few time that she might be depressed but she just laughed at me. She slept most of the time. She didn’t really help get things ready for the new house. I knew she didn’t like it, but I still thought she…

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