Personal Narrative: Breaking The Law

The lighting at this airport was dim to barely nothing, I was standing a couple of feet from my mother who was hugging all of her friends. Seven years of creating this amazing group of friends and family, will now be half a world away from me. I was holding my older sister’s hand, trying to hide my tears. My mother explained this to my sisters and me months before the actual move was taking place. She told us this was for our good, at first I didn’t believe her but now I’m in total agreement. Now, almost nine years living in America, I can say that it has been for the better. She brought us here for a better education, but also so her children can have a better life than her. My mother made the ultimate sacrifice, now at fifteen years old …show more content…
I have an issue with disappointing people, mainly teachers, now this means that when a teacher says something is a law in their classroom I will never break the law. I don’t know where this originated, but I Like to blame my mother who instilled in me at a young age to have a fear of everything. When she told me this I was five, I think she just meant strangers and the police, but in my brain this rule applied to everything.I remember in grade school in seventh grade, I had a science project that to me at the time was very complicated. The teacher gave four weeks to complete the project, but I didn't have it done in time, so I got so much anxiety the day before the due day that actually became ill. My mother didn’t know what was wrong with me, but the anxiety was eating me up inside so much that I was ill for a week, then almost didn’t come to school because of the fear of facing the teacher again. Obviously the teacher was very nice and understanding about it once my sisters explained, once in awhile I still have this anxiety attack, but I take several deep breaths and get through it. One of my crippling fears is public speaking or any attention focused directly on me for any reason, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone by tutoring a group of freshmen in algebra which also earned me my volunteer hours I needed to graduate. This experience helped me learn a lot of things, I got to meet most of the freshmen class and get over most of my fears. My fear of public attention still hasn’t vanished, even though I am in the school band which I have to play in front of the entire