Personal Narrative Essay: The Last Week Of Summer

The last week of summer and that night I just couldn’t go to sleep. I started counting down numbers from thirty to zero and the next second I fall asleep. The next morning “Khushbu wake up!!” my mom calling me. I woke up suddenly thinking it is just a dream but realized it is the reality that my life changed when my mom told me that we are moving to Edison in my sophomore year. Everyday I would always be stressful about my life but now my whole world will change. I got so tensed worrying that after my freshman year, my friend, school, and classes will change briskly. When the stress started to stack and build up to the level where I could not take it anymore, I lost interest in school and grades. Everyday, when I came home from school, I would always find myself tired and restless of school and the burden that I am all by myself in this. In this course I flourished bad habits such as doing my homework at the last-minute or not going to bed on time. My parents would invariably give me long lectures about their past and how difficult their life had been back when they lived in India. Telling me that you have to make a schedule to help you get through this time period. …show more content…
In the beginning of the year when I came to school, teachers would always tell stories about the successful students they had in their class. I loved to hear stories about their past students and how they helped shape them to be the best they could aspire to be. It made me think about my past and all the mistakes I had made. Teachers storytelling influenced me to change my ways and strive to be the best. I wanted to impress them and be like the students in their stories. Spurred by my new motivation, I studied very hard for their exams and quizzes and tried to ace