Personal Narrative

My jaws dropped as I clutched the paper in front of me. My eyes frantically glossed over the entire page, examining every single detail from re-reading the questions to the answers I put down. In the end I simply cursed silently, told myself to do better, and thought of the new game I was playing, nothing more. I was on my way to geometry, crossing through an empty hallway that not many used. I heard shuffling behind me. From the corner of my eye I saw the silhouette of a shadow. Its presence, I could feel was immense, one that overshadowed mine, like the difference between a monster and its prey. I increased my pace. I heard the scuffling getting louder and louder. I held my breath and turned around; I saw my classmate.
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I remember in freshman year when I had seating placements for orchestra, I stressed out I saw I placed almost at the back. I remember in sophomore year, I recited what I was going to need say for a spanish presentation, all because I didn’t want people to know I was incompetent. I remember the same year during the winter, I practiced shooting basketballs in below freezing temperature just so I wouldn’t considered a liability on my rec basketball team. I found myself very often frustrated at myself. I used to think of how other people going on academic competitions and I was there at school, struggling to keep an A. Life at that point was like blur, with nothing to look forward to, except to constantly worry about the upcoming exam or how people judged me. I lost sight of what I was during that time, nothing made me …show more content…
I went to a summer school in order to earn credits for my high school graduation. Some of my friends also enrolled in the same class. One day, the teacher handed back our test.
I complained to my friends besides me, “This is bad, a C… how are we going do well on the final exam and… look at the people in front of us, they all got As”
The first response was, “Oh my God… do you hear this nickel-gallium…”
The second was, in a humorous tone,”Someone is salty”
But these words were the ones I remembered the most, “It’s just one bad grade and who gives a shit of what they got, all of them are smart”
He continued this time a little more seriously “This test was pretty tough and you should be thankful that you got a C, we failed, so stop complaining”.
I ignored them at first, still “traumatized” by the results. When I went home after summer school had ended, I went to the park on my daily jog. It was the same as yesterday: no people. As I ran down the cement path, the wind rustled tree branches above me and birds in the distance sang as if it was the pinnacle of summer. The sun’s rays gently touched the earth, its ferocity was nowhere to be

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