Narrative Essay On African American Literature

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My heart palpation starts to accelerate, hands start to tremble, eyes start to water, vision becomes blurry, voices start to intrude my mind, pounding down hard on me, all because of a grade. Entering high school, I had set a goal for myself, which was to achieve all A’s in all marking cycles. Yet, when I participated in the three week summer program, my past served no importance. I saw myself as someone who did not expect to fail, someone who would give it their all to achieve it all, yet this sanctuary of comfort shattered into pieces. Within the summer program, I had a STEM Design and an African American Literature course. I, along with my team members, designed a solar power car, but it failed. I analyzed the language of Frederick Douglass …show more content…

I had the mentality that I have succeeded. However, that was not the case. My grade dropped, and anxiety took over. I was no longer still, I started to panic and worry. How could I let this happen? Was I not productive enough? Was my work not up to par with those around me? What was wrong with me? Disappointment cloaked my body and the anxiety, stress, and self-criticism was slapped across my face. Shock. Shock with the fact that someone who always got A’s and A+’s could receive a C. Mixed emotions is what I had. How was I supposed to …show more content…

Many Newark students cannot afford to go to college because of financial issues. Some do not have the opportunity to graduate because of the violence inflicted by the members of our “community”. Although I was born in Queens, I was practically raised in Newark. I am one of those numbers. I am now classified as someone who does not have the chance to succeed because of the conflicted city I come from. This just adds to my motivation and drive to succeed. I want to set myself apart those dreadful statistics because a girl from this city can actually make

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