My Transition into a Good Student

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If you were to talk to me today, you would never know that I was once the child who veered off the straight and narrow path. In those distant years of my past I was a problem child, with the notion that school was my playground. A failing grade use to mean that I was having fun in a prison with bleak white walls. When I was written up and sent to the principal’s office I knew that I would get to go home. But the cheerfulness that I felt, up until the point that my parents arrived, quickly vanished when I saw the tears in my mother’s eyes each time. This scenario lasted for the better part of my elementary school days and followed me to my new school when I moved. My mother’s tears haunted me at night, the joy I felt, when I got in trouble, soon fading when they came to mind. I soon realized that they were tears of disappointment, a realization that changed my world. When this realization set in, I knew that things had to change and that I could not continue on the path leading me down the road of self-destruction. At this point, I set my goals high and there was no turning back as I began to venture toward the straight and narrow again, my mind focused and my soul determined to succeed. The transitions in my life began when I entered the seventh grade. Before, I had been content being the mediocre student who made poor grades. But the disappointment evident in my mother’s eyes made me as determined as ever to transform myself into someone both of us could be proud of. I began to pick up on valuable study habits and my note taking skills evolved. Studying and note taking paid off for when I received the first report card of the seventh grade, I had straights A’s for the first time. Another factor that contributed to my transiti... ... middle of paper ... .... All that I had to do was continue down the path I had made for myself and hopefully I would be able to achieve my goal in that goal in the end. I am finally a senior now. Becoming valedictorian or salutatorian is no longer my number one goal, getting into college is. Today I see that those are just titles and years from now, no one is going to remember who received those titles except for the ones who received them. What will be remembered is who went to college and made something of themselves. I never thought I would be in the position I am in today or that I would be applying for college, but here I am doing just that. I have my mother to thank for my transition for her tears made something click inside my head. When it clicked, I set my goals high and there was no turning back. That old prophet was wrong; the sky is not my limit. The sky is just my beginning.

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