Write A Narrative Essay About Moving Away From High School

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Houston, Texas; surrounded by sweaty strangers, stomach stuffed with roast beef sandwich, and I listened to the band Waters for the first time. April, resembling preceding months, had been miserable. But as I stood there listening to the song "Mom & Dads", the concert grew beyond just a fun time; it became an escape from the past year. Purchasing the band's CD became my heart's only desire and money was no object; I'd listen to that one song over and over as it became the soundtrack to regaining control of my life.
"From the backseat of my car, racing down the street, Feels like I'm moving backward," I sang loudly in my car matching the song's crescendo perfectly for the thousandth time. Alone, I sat in my garage letting the song finish, my Prius
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Fear and self doubt had kept me from school subsequently making it harder for me to return and catch up. My failure to teach may have been that I wasn't focused enough to help my students, but I was there when they needed me to help them learn the importance of studying, citizenship, and team work, so it wasn't surely a failure. With the school year completed, I hadn't secured all I wanted, but I realized what I needed; I knew that I wasn't alone, there were other people who needed and could give the same support I wanted. Faking confidence was no longer a concern, once I managed to withstand the ordeal, I knew nothing else could scare me.
The other day when I popped my Waters CD into the radio the song "Mom & Dads" came on. It wasn't the same though. The strained and petrified Katie who had once so identified with the song vanished. No longer did my life parallel a car racing down the street. With the music, and communicating with people, I confronted my fears and took control of the steering wheel, calmer, confident, and driving on the road in front of

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