The Influence Of Attending School

“I’m disappointed in you.” The words escaped my dad’s mouth as if they were my own. The truth was, I was disappointed in me too. “I can’t believe you’re going to miss another day of school, you can’t keep doing this Curtis!” I knew he was right; I had already missed 40 days and the school year was barely halfway over, but I just couldn’t find any motive to attend school. When I did find that motivation somewhere very deep within to make my way to school, I cursed myself for being so foolish as to think anything might have changed. Each time I entered homeroom the faces I had observed walking the halls for the past eight years seemed as unfamiliar to me as I must have to them. A huge part of me was missing when I was at school and it killed …show more content…
That summer between 8th grade and high school was one of the best summers I had ever experienced. It was as if all of the stress haunting me from my 8th grade year had just vanished at the shake of a hand. I spent each day going to the beach with friends, sailing, kayaking and taking time to plan my classes for the start of the school year. The fun just didn’t seem to stop. When it came time to start 10th grade, I was ready. I packed all of my school stuff the night before and planned exactly how I wanted my morning to go when I woke up. I started the day by gulping down a big breakfast of stacked pancakes, eggs, buttered toast and lemon poppy scones. After that I bolted out the door and to the school. “Have a great day at school Curtis!” my Dad yelled as I rushed out of the car to the front door. “Thanks, have a great day at work!” I yelled back as he drove off. When I walked in the doors, to my surprise the entire school was empty. It turns out my plans of being 45 minutes early to discover my classes and meet my teachers didn’t pay off. I was the