As my principal walks in and sits down with a brown envelope and a very serious look I begin to feel scared. I was about to see the consequences of my slacking and I wasn’t ready for that just yet. She hands me the envelope and I open it. It’s my report cards from 6th to now the 8th grade. I begin to observe my report card from the 6th I had pretty good grades. Then I glanced at the 7th-grade report card and flashbacks of pain and regret flow through my mind. 7th grade was so tough for me; I began to lose myself. The grades shown on that report card Were okay but not as good as my grades from the previous year. Before I got the chance to view my current grades my principal brings up how bad my grades are slipping and that maybe holding me back might have to be an option. My father agreed that they shouldn’t let me move on to the next grade because I obviously don’t care about my grades or my future. After that meeting, I began to improve just enough to move on to the next grade. …show more content…
At the end of every quarter, I struggled to bring my grades up because I always waited until the last minute to turn my work in. But my AP teacher got tired of all my late work and excuses and one day after class as I’m leaving out she pulls me aside and she had the same look as my principle from 8th grade and I knew I was in trouble. She began to look concerned and told me “Nia you aren’t showing your potential. You’re too busy trying to do what everyone else is doing and not doing what’s best for you.” I knew she was right because she wasn’t the first person to tell me that. I realized it was too late for me to try so I told myself “Next year I will do