Personal Narrative Analysis

When I was around fourteen, something clicked for me. I had told my parents, mainly my mom, that I would do better in High school. In middle school, my grades were okay, but nothing to be really amazed with. I could have done better, I know I could have, but I was too lost in my head. In class I would daydream, at home I would scribble away in notebooks. I was lost in my own head, and school was not something I was concerned about. One day, in the car, after getting a bad grade on a test, my mom asked me to do better. I told her my usual response of ‘I’ll do better in High School’. For some reason, that day, I decided, really decided, that I would. Maybe it was because I was tired of feeling like I was disappointing my parents and myself. Besides, people had told me my entire life that I was smart, so, a part of it was wanting to prove them right. Looking back on it now, I really wished I had paid attention in school a lot earlier. High school actually became fun, because I enjoyed school and my classes. Now, some of my Math …show more content…
It was a moment in my life that may not have been incredibly out of the ordinary to anyone else, but it turned out to be very important for me. Back then I was shy and self-centered, and didn’t think about the future. My friends weren’t the best and I really wasn’t happy. Now, I am happy, maybe a little stressed with college applications and my Physics class, but happy. I’m no longer shy, quiet maybe, but only because I like to think before I talk. I’d like to think I’m not self-centered, as I volunteer a lot of my time, and it has become one of my favorite parts of the week to work at the hospital and just talk to people. My friends are different, though I’m still closer to my family, and my parents no longer try to get me to do better in school because they know that no one is going to be angrier at me for a bad grade than