Personal Narrative: My Limits Of High School

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I always thought I had limits. It all started when my sister and I used to draw human figures when we were both in elementary school. She drew pretty one while I somehow managed to turn mine into Squidward from SpongeBob SquarePants. When I asked her how she drew them so perfectly, she merely shrugged and said that she became good when she entered third grade. From then, I waited for the third grade to come. In Korea, there is a tradition of eating a bowl of rice cake soup on New Year 's Day and it was said that eating a bowl paralleled becoming older. Therefore, being the hasty kid I was, I decided to eat five bowls so that I could gain years faster. This ended tragically as I remained in the bathroom for the remainder of the day. Not to mention …show more content…
I was mad at my sister for the day until I forgot about it. Besides the cute childhood story, this mindset has brought many disappointing outcomes in my life. Whenever I was doing homework, I always felt like I did enough. This was a fatal mistake I made throughout my first two years of high school. I am not the "smart" type of students. Enrolling into full IB program was a big reap in my life. It was an attempt to reshape who I was. However, it was never enough when I told myself that it was enough. This did not only affect my marks, but also my lifestyle. Slowly, I was letting the world control my life. As I let laziness take over me and fell behind in one course, it became a domino effect. I began falling back in one after another. Soon, I was staying up until three in the morning, struggling to cram and memorize. Soon or later, my body gave in and I got sick for three weeks. My self-esteem was hitting the bottom. My marks were not so great in the first two years and I was oblivious to why it was happening until the end of eleventh grade. It was the finals month. I had two major tests in mathematics: the rewrite for the Math 30-1 diploma and the final exam for the Math 31 …show more content…
I received a mark of 99.8%! It was like deja vu as I felt like I would never receive these marks. To prepare for the diploma which weighed half of the Math 30-1 mark, I studied in the same manner and I got a score of 96%. It is true that I realized "late" in terms of students around me. This was a wake-up call. It was sign for me to realize that enough is never enough. I am glad for the change as it already affected many elements of my life. A significant story is about my tenor saxophone. I began playing it in the seventh grade. However, I began to realize in high school that I could not tongue! Tonguing is very crucial when it comes to playing a saxophone. Whenever I tried to do so, I felt this pain at the end of my tongue. Maybe it 's because of the tongue surgery I got when I was in elementary, but the idea just seemed impossible... So I gave up on it until the beginning of twelfth grade. I began to ask my clinician and band teacher for help. I still have not completely accomplished it, but I am getting there. Although it has put me through many difficult and tiresome times, I am very thankful for where I am now. Due to these days, I became optimistic and believe that things will turn around if I continue to

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