My Catalyst
Each individual in this world carries on a view of themselves, of others, of things, of beings that expand from one state of mind to another. Each event that has happened from birth to this day acts like a rhythmic catalyst carrying one piece of the story to the next. At certain times of our lives, that catalyst can become more than a regular “piece”, it becomes something that we often look back to as we grow up. It could range from first realizing that a plump man in a red velvet suit cannot possibly squeeze his body into a chimney, to standing in front of a crowd dressed in a white dress and veil to say “I do”. What has impacted me, were a few simple words that my uncle had said that had extraordinarily simplified my young and yet to be understood life. The last semester of my …show more content…
All it took was half a brain, a dose of fake it till you make it, and Mathway. I passed with A’s and B’s and the C in chemistry and spanish throughout my years in high school. It was also easier due to most of your friends being in class with you so if you needed help, copying homework, alibis, or red bull, you had your friends to help you out in return you help them. I assumed college would be similar. I was in for the terrible outcome of failing two classes. I knew I wasn’t doing too well in math, but an “F” was unheard of for me. It didn’t exist until it did.
My heart sank and my head spinned when I found out. I had never thought so lowly of myself and my aspirations than I did that whole winter break. I couldn 't sleep without someone with me, the ache in my stomach that didn 't allow me to eat seemed to settle within the bones of my body, my depression blanketed me as if it were chains, and my anxiety wouldn 't let me breathe even if I begged in between gasps. My family noticed, they were taken aback and disappointed at the failing grades but even more frightened with my
Each individual in this world carries on a view of themselves, of others, of things, of beings that expand from one state of mind to another. Each event that has happened from birth to this day acts like a rhythmic catalyst carrying one piece of the story to the next. At certain times of our lives, that catalyst can become more than a regular “piece”, it becomes something that we often look back to as we grow up. It could range from first realizing that a plump man in a red velvet suit cannot possibly squeeze his body into a chimney, to standing in front of a crowd dressed in a white dress and veil to say “I do”. What has impacted me, were a few simple words that my uncle had said that had extraordinarily simplified my young and yet to be understood life. The last semester of my …show more content…
All it took was half a brain, a dose of fake it till you make it, and Mathway. I passed with A’s and B’s and the C in chemistry and spanish throughout my years in high school. It was also easier due to most of your friends being in class with you so if you needed help, copying homework, alibis, or red bull, you had your friends to help you out in return you help them. I assumed college would be similar. I was in for the terrible outcome of failing two classes. I knew I wasn’t doing too well in math, but an “F” was unheard of for me. It didn’t exist until it did.
My heart sank and my head spinned when I found out. I had never thought so lowly of myself and my aspirations than I did that whole winter break. I couldn 't sleep without someone with me, the ache in my stomach that didn 't allow me to eat seemed to settle within the bones of my body, my depression blanketed me as if it were chains, and my anxiety wouldn 't let me breathe even if I begged in between gasps. My family noticed, they were taken aback and disappointed at the failing grades but even more frightened with my