Essay 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…show more content…
We would form study groups and even tutor after school. I found joy in tutoring for I knew I was paying it forward for all those times someone had tried to help me. These new habits continued and I continued to excel. Before I knew it, the end of the school year had arrived and it was time for the award ceremony. As I sat there, watching all the other students receive awards, I never thought my name would be called and especially not when they were handing out that award. I remember it like it was yesterday… “Now we will be handing out the Top Ten Percent awards.” That girl next to me is chatting away but hey, it is not like I need to hear what the announcer is saying. It is not like my name will be called. “” What, was that my name they just called? It can’t be. Why is that chatty girl next to me tugging on my arm? Oh, that was my name they called. Stand up girl, move them feet. Okay, you are almost there. It is in your hands. Now thank the nice man and go sit back down. That is right, slowly. Do not trip. Oh my goodness, this has really happened. According to those big bold words you made the top ten percent of the seventh grade. You go girl. What is that I feel?... At that moment, as the feeling of accomplishment touched me to my very soul, I knew that my life had finally turned around. In seventh and eighth grade I had been content with making the top ten percent, but I had reached that goal and when ninth
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