My eyes frantically searched for those twenty two letters. The sweat of desperation and anxiety filled the air as I tried to peer over the sea of black suits. Even with heels I couldn’t see the postings, which heightened my anxiety. I traced my finger down the yellow paper several times. I kept searching, even when I no longer needed to search. My finger stopped searching. My hope was the only thing that broke. I trudged back to my table gathering my abundance of research and notes, which just appeared to as a waste of time and work that was squandered. I was about to go sink my sorrows in the never ending comfort of ice cream. Before I could I was thrown off my path.
“Subha!you…...you broke!” my friend stuttered trying to catch her breath, …show more content…
I traced my finger down the screen several times. I no longer needed to search, my finger stopped and the disappointment was evident from a vast distance. I didn’t know what had happened. It wasn’t supposed to hurt my grade. It shouldn’t have happened. It couldn’t have happened. This hadn’t happened to me before. I always got straight A’s. I always did well on tests. I always worked hard. I had done great at debate that year, I had done amazing in all the clubs I joined, I made a lot of upperclassmen friends. I even made it on the speech team. I was having a great year and this ruined the rest of my high school life. I got a bad grade and my wall had collapsed. Everything started to fall apart from there piece by piece, and the effect went rippling through …show more content…
My thoughts weren’t showered with constant self doubt, and dejection. My wall no longer imprisoned me. My GPA is still very important to colleges, and I will continue to work hard to get into my top colleges. However, I won’t put myself down anymore for not having done well in one class, back in freshman year, under circumstances that I couldn’t control. I’m not defined by my grades. I may not have held up to the picture perfect vision that everyone had held of me. At the end of the day I fought as hard as I could, and I am still fighting. The biggest thing is that i’m no longer blinded by my wall, and I have yet to explore a world free of my brick
“Subha!you…...you broke!” my friend stuttered trying to catch her breath, …show more content…
I traced my finger down the screen several times. I no longer needed to search, my finger stopped and the disappointment was evident from a vast distance. I didn’t know what had happened. It wasn’t supposed to hurt my grade. It shouldn’t have happened. It couldn’t have happened. This hadn’t happened to me before. I always got straight A’s. I always did well on tests. I always worked hard. I had done great at debate that year, I had done amazing in all the clubs I joined, I made a lot of upperclassmen friends. I even made it on the speech team. I was having a great year and this ruined the rest of my high school life. I got a bad grade and my wall had collapsed. Everything started to fall apart from there piece by piece, and the effect went rippling through …show more content…
My thoughts weren’t showered with constant self doubt, and dejection. My wall no longer imprisoned me. My GPA is still very important to colleges, and I will continue to work hard to get into my top colleges. However, I won’t put myself down anymore for not having done well in one class, back in freshman year, under circumstances that I couldn’t control. I’m not defined by my grades. I may not have held up to the picture perfect vision that everyone had held of me. At the end of the day I fought as hard as I could, and I am still fighting. The biggest thing is that i’m no longer blinded by my wall, and I have yet to explore a world free of my brick