Personal Narrative: My First AP Class

The car screeched to a halt. Like the rain, the traffic was getting heavy. The road was congested with cars, taxis, and buses. The dense Philippine smog filled the car interior with the smell of exhaust fumes. People dashed across the streets, weaving around the vehicles. Through the rain splattered window, I watched young children in tattered clothes approaching the cars ahead with bunches of white flowers in hand, knocking on the windows. “Would you buy our flowers?” one child asked, “We need the money so we can eat tonight.” The annoyed drivers concentrated on the road, ignoring the children. With smiles still on their faces, the children moved from vehicle to vehicle, hoping someone would be generous enough to purchase their flowers. Suddenly, the traffic picked up and the children returned to the sidewalks. As the car moved

During my sophomore year, I took my first AP class: AP World History. As a freshman, I would see the older students stressing out about that class. I remember the anxiety I felt as I walked up to the classroom on the first day. The teacher stood at the door, with the seating chart in his hand. “Find your name and take your seat,” he instructed as students arrived. My class period was packed, and I had trouble finding my name. After staring at the seating chart for about a minute, the teacher sighed. “Failing already,” he muttered in a dry tone just as I found my seat. In my mind, I made it my mission to prove him wrong. I was determined to earn and maintain straight A’s in his class. Countless times throughout the year, I struggled to balance all the chapters and study guides he assigned with work from my other classes, but I never surrendered. In the end, I had reached my goal. Thanks to my teacher’s remark, I learned to be diligent and versatile. The words “failing already” was the spark that motivated me to continue challenging myself and pushing my