Dropping Out Of High School-Personal Narrative

Here I was once again at the beginning of a new school year. Just like previous years, I would lay awake all night because I was dreading to go back to school and when the time would be up for me to get ready I would be exhausted. Then the symptoms would start to kick in once I started thinking of going back to school from my summer vacation. There was something different about the beginning of this school year. All the fear I had for so many years started to build. This panic attack was a life-changing event that helped me to be brave.
As I stood on the concrete floor close to the grass area waiting for the first period to begin I saw the physical education teacher heading my way. Once he was by my side his smile drop to a frown and I could see some concern in his eyes. Even with his black shades, I could see he was worried about something. Just then I knew why his smile …show more content…
Even though in my mind I was screaming, crying, and searching for a place to run. I had so many seconds thoughts whether I should attend this class or end this by dropping out of high school. I was already eighteen years old so my parents nor the government could force me into staying in school. This day I could have outrun my fears and dropout, but something inside me kept telling to be strong. I walked with my fake smile heading to the locker rooms. Once I sat down on one of the couches in the lockers rooms. I kept seeing the rest of the girls laughing at jokes and talking about how their summer went. I envied and admired them for having so much confidence and courage to be just talking. Talking the first week of school was too much to ask of me. I couldn’t believe how carefree they were. They were so full of life, and yet here I was so terrified of my own shadow. I kept telling myself, you’re almost there you still need six classes. You have been here and you won’t break down as you have done