Personal Narrative-Self Analysis

Back in 2012 I went into high school with the idea that it was going to be just like the movies: all about parties, drama, and dating. I was more focused on the four-minute social life I had in the hallway than the forty-three-minute lessons I had in the classroom. My freshman-self, in a whole, was a complete and utter failure. Not only did I literally fail grade-wise, I just was not myself. A huge part of my identity is that I love to learn and I am curious about so many things, but because my perception of high school was so skewed by the media, I thought that being knowledgeable was not “cool”. Trying to play the part of what I thought was a normal teenage girl, I looked for boyfriends instead of study-buddies and flipped my hair instead

Had all of the hair-dye gone to my brain? Did I bump my head too many times with my curling iron? Maybe I inhaled too many makeup products. Whatever the problem had been, I knew that some amendments had to be made to my behavior. I decided to go into sophomore year without any expectations. By doing this, I was able to create my own high school experience, rather than copy one from a movie. Although my grades and attitude had improved, there was still room for improvement. By my junior year I was able to speak with my teachers as if they were close friends, which I consider most of them to be. It is amazing how teachers can see the potential in us that we may have never detected. If my French teacher had not convinced me to take German along with French, I would have never discovered my love for languages. My English teacher introduced me to her club that is dedicated to Shakespeare, from this I learned that I am pretty darn good at understanding and performing Shakespearean plays and sonnets. I am now in my senior year and I feel as if I am thriving. Every year my grades and appreciation for school have increased, and I have my freshman year to thank for this. Failing miserably that year made me force myself to make