Personal Narrative: Stepping Into High School

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As a child I was born into a very poor and unstable family. Not only did we not have toys, we also didn't have any books either. After being taken from my birth mother, I and two of my brothers were placed into an orphange with the same horrible living situations, I was around the age of 5 at the time. Still not having toys, books or even clothes. We were hardly even able to go to school and were forced to stay inside all day long. I was a very bright student in school, was a fast learning and got good grades when I was able to attend. Unfortnately, I had nobody in my life to turn to to ask for help when it came to learning, not even my teachers. I either had to learn it myself and get it right the first time or fail and never get it right. …show more content…
My adopted mother Lisa was trying to take a reading postion over at the high school. The class was designed to help people get better with reading, learning the alphabet and learning their phonics. She would bring her materials home everyday that summer and pratice on my brothers and I. This is when she discovered that I was never taught my phonics. I wasn't able to sound words out because I didn't know what sound each letter of the alphabet made.This actually irrtated her very much. After this incedent, she called me stupid for years, even though I always had a 4.0 and was at the top of my class every year, from elementray school all the way through high school. However, I didn't let her name calling me slow down. I went to the library weekly, checked books out everyday and read about 100 books per week of anything and everything I could get my little hands on. I absolutely loved to read and I knew by reading I would get better and understand more. The librarian always made suggestions and helped me picked books out when I came in. She allowed me to check more books out than was allowed because she knew I would return them. As I slowly rounded my senior year, half way through, I dropped out. After dropping out in 2008, life taking a toll and mental health finally making way into my life, I lost my focus to sit down and