During my initial high school years I was nothing more than a rather apathetically inept student, letting life guide my direction with no deliberate volition. This would go on to affect my grades as in 9th grade where I began to go from a good student, eager to learn, to a decent student, begrudgingly attending school with minimal effort. As I shifted from my rather decadent school (which had felt more like an open city) to a more strict and parental school, my grades began to improve as I had acquired a new-found interest with my academic career. (brainstorm for reference)
I remember the dreaded day as if it was yesterday; my first day of High School on a sunny yet melancholy day in September. This juxtaposition, the cold feeling of it,
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I had asked this question about a dozen times, I couldn’t fathom the thought of high school, the irksome responsibilities, the pressure of communication, and most importantly the hierarchy of high school. I saw it with an odd feeling, a feeling which filled me with tears of anger mixed with despair- I knew the second I walked into that building I would only live to be another cog in the machine, an ignored individual fundamentally isolated from any shell of human contact. Freshman year did not feel like a real-life experience but more as a loosely construed portrayal of a lost student. The phrase “going with the flow” would probably be the closest to a linguistic phrase to describe my Freshman year, and my grades reflected this. Being an honor roll student in all of middle school, the pressures of high school thwarted my potential academic achievement. As an all A student in middle school, I dropped to sporadic A’s, frequent B’s and the occasional C’s within my Freshman year. This radical shift doesn’t simply occur when advancing into high school- most of my teachers had felt like caricatures of high school teachers. One