Personal Narrative Analysis

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From the start, everyone knew there was something different about me. When I was younger, I made precise, complete and educated decisions. I showed strong leadership skills when I really shouldn’t have been leading at all. I even supported some ideas that were not supported until much later in the world. When I was three, I stopped eating meat and a year later, I made a “Stop Killing Animals” sign and placed it in a window at home. Whatever was different about me was a mystery. Until I was seven and I chose to take a test. I did not actually know what this test was. All I knew, was that it didn’t have many words, just pictures and multiple choice questions. It was a daunting task. For a seven-year-old to complete a what seemed like a 1,000,000-page …show more content…
Until, she strictly told me not to. I was very distraught. But, I quickly wiped it out of my mind. My Mom sprinted into the house like a cheetah was chasing her. I opened the door to see my parents sitting. Not just sitting though, staring. Sitting and staring. They sat me down and told me something amazing. We were going to Disney World! Or at least that’s what I thought. They quickly interrupted my slightly embarrassing “happy dance”, then told me something quite the opposite of amazing. They had lied. And with their eyes wide, they told me that I had passed those mysterious tests. I was told that what the test were. The tests were called gifted tests. Being Gifted means that you can learn fast. My score on the gifted test placed me into the Old Donation Center for the Gifted and Talented, or O.D.C. At O.D.C, I went through many journeys …show more content…
I learned that being educated at a gifted school isn’t all fun and games. At O.D.C, there was a strong sense of competition. Now don’t get me wrong, I like competition. I was one of those competitive, over-achieving kind. But, there was always someone better than you, waiting to beat you. Not like beat you up. For example, beat you in a spelling bee, or get a better test score. This kept me going, but it slowly wore me down. This happened until I just couldn’t take it anymore.
After fifth grade, my family and I moved to Lynchburg, Virginia. Lynchburg isn’t too far away from Virginia Beach, a good three and a half hours. In Lynchburg, I went to Liberty Christian Academy, for two months. At LCA, I was not challenged. I was basically learning what I learned in second grade, I’m not kidding. I was also the oddball, the one left out. I guess being in a gifted school for four years makes you so you can only be around gifted students. On October 28, 2016, I left LCA forever and I entered Keystone as an eighth