Personal Narrative: Life In A Middle School

Throughout my short life, there was a time, in a middle school, I ran away from reality and jumped into the rivers of books and computers games. Back in the place where I lived, some people often called the schools “children’s forest of education” but the most frustrating thing was, not the school itself but, people who go to school. With the forest behind me where sunlight is shrouded by fog and arch-trees, I let the flowing liquid of water hailed over my body and mind just so that I could dodge all of my problems. But didn’t notice that the night cold water paralysed my feelings while everything got worse. I thought the stories from fantasy novels and computer games were filling my lost emotions. I didn’t know that I would have died if I …show more content…
In 2015, South Korea, where I lived thirteen years with my parents, has ranks top 14 in field of education but under the glacier of reality, S.Korea also scores top 1 in the national list of student suicidal rate. The reality didn’t avoid me in it’s way or maybe I was just in the way of glacier that looked small enough at it’s top; but the worst part was that I had to go through everything alone. One of my favorite poem, Emily Dickinson's "Hope" is the thing with feathers, has lines that say “Hope is the thing with feathers… and sweetest is heard… and I’ve heard it i the chillest land, And on the strangest Sea.” Reading many books was in one word, my passion but in another word, my obligation. The teal color of my dreams continued my endless cycle of depression and meaninglessness. As I went to the floor below my apartment everyday and crouched myself in a corner of stairs, books pile up around me and highs and lows of my emotion blended together into gentle numbing hum. Now that I am thinking, I just needed more time and