Towers High School: A Short Story

The One time that I have recognized failure, was when I got kicked out of Arabia Mountain high school. When I finished Bethune middle school, I put in my mind that I would never attend Towers high school. So in months’ time, I got accepted to go to Arabia Mountain and I attended there my freshman year. I made my parents, family and friends so proud. At that point I finally faced that I finally did all I could do to avoid Towers high school. I put my feet up on the desk in relaxation and relief that I did all I needed to do.
With all these thoughts going in my head I started becoming lazy, going from doing the work to half doing it, then eventually not doing it. I felt that I couldn’t be touched or affected by anything. By the first 4 ½ weeks of school we got our progress reports, as the teacher called my name, he looked at my grades and had a disturbing facial expression on his face and handed me my paper. When I looked at my grades, it was like the teacher passed the face to me. I couldn’t believe it, 1 A, 4 C’s, and 2 F’s! All I could think about was how bad my butt was going to get it from my dad and his leather belt. So instantly I went to all my teachers before we left for our buses, I knew I didn’t have to visit the class I had an A in. Oh yeah and that class with an A was gym. As I raced to those classes I demanded them to explain the outrageous grades …show more content…
Before I did the transfer my father told me that I failed him, but most importantly I failed myself in succeeding, and it hit me. I never thought about it like that. I failed myself, and that dawned on me for the remainder of that day. At the end of the day, I’m not only doing it for my family but also for myself; I have to succeed to be something in the world. So from that day on I swore that I would always take my studies seriously and I will try my best not to fail, not just for my family, but also for