Personal Demons Research Paper

Major changes in my life have affected my high school career, but a large impact came from the death of my father in eighth grade. Before his passing, I was an average A/B student in middle school and even elementary school, which quickly changed in 8th grade when my classes became too hard for me to handle. I decided the best thing for my mental health was to drop out of my higher level classes. This lead to being in standard classes throughout my first year of high school with minimal effort from my part. After constantly missing school, I failed my second quarter. Instead of bouncing back from this, it pushed me down, making me believe I would never be able to recover. Without any motivation, I ended my ninth grade year with a grade point average of 1.4.

I ended up failing but I wasn’t to upset since the whole school district ended up failing it was like going to school again. I went to summer school and passed the writing test. Sophomore and junior year were the hardest for me with the writing test. Sophomore year I did not pass my writing and reading, I ended up going to summer school again, and I still did not pass. After not passing the second time my junior year started. The school offered tutoring afterschool and I would have pullouts during my class. Pullouts is where you would be pulled out of a non-essential class for tutoring during school. After I spent all that time studying and practicing I still didn’t pass. I just didn’t understand what was wrong with me, I felt dumb and worthless. Each time I take a test I would pray to god, to help me through it a give me strength. But I felt as though he wasn’t listening to me, I was so ashamed of myself. I know I was at my worst when I was thinking about dropping out of high school. I felt like I failed everyone my mother, father and most of all myself. I had one last time to pass the test before my senior year. At this point, I was over the test I had no courage left in me to fail again But, I had no

surround myself with toxic people. That year I had convinced myself that getting an education l did not have any importance in my life.. Hanging out with them made me think that graduating was unnecessary . I did not care whether I was passing my classes or not Most of the time I did not bother showing up to school. These decisions later affected me very much because I had failed most of and ended up being very behind with credits .During my sophomore year my counselor told me that I was not going to graduate with my class because I had not completed any of the required classes that I needed to take . Knowing that I would disappoint my parents and not be able to walk and receive a diploma with my friends made me realize that graduating was something I wanted to do , not just for my parents but for myself . I had realized that if I wanted to get somewhere in life I needed to graduate . In order to fix my grades and catch up with credits I had to take

Freshman year at Renaissance High School, I was hanging out with the wrong crowd. I was skipping class and didn’t do classwork the handful of times I was in class. Time passed and before I knew it, it was my junior year in high school and while you are supposed to have 33 credits I only had 9 credits and 1 regent exam. When I was 16, I became depressed because I was raped. Throughout the time I spent in therapy, I was considering dropping out of high school. I thought it was too late for me to catch up with the credits I was missing. I felt as if my life had spun out of control and I couldn’t take control again. I thought I wouldn’t be anything besides a Bronx girl from the ghetto who dropped out of school. One night I was talking to an old

In 7th grade I was unfocused, unprepared, and childish. I didn’t know my grades would have an impact on my high school career. I thought everything that happened in middle school stayed in middle school so I focused on useless drama. I used to blame my C’s on bad teaching but now I realize I have no one else to blame but myself. I was the one coming to school unprepared to work not my teachers. Now I know all of my grades count. I have blossomed into a person I am proud of. This year I’ve made it my mission to actually pass not just get by. I now sit promptly in the front of the class and take notes. I focus on test scores and grades not drama that’s not even going to matter next week. I now know what’s important and what I should just leave

At Dodge City High School I was in many activities such as The Pride of Southwest Kansas, varsity tennis, drill team, enriched learning, and many other honors classes, I was even the president of the decoration committee my junior year. After my sophomore year I added another egg to my basket, and was hired at my first job. With my first job I helped my mom by getting my own phone, paying for the bill, and buying my own items and necessities. But with all these activities and work, I started to get tired, but more than anything, I got lazy, and careless. I started to spend more time procrastinating and doing things last minute. I started showing up late to class which led to not even showing up at all. At this point in my life, everything was going down hill. I got dismissed from drill team, I went from first chair in the band, to dead last, and my grades reflected my attendance. I pushed everything to the side and blamed it on “senioritis”. I thought I was doing everything right and I did what I wanted, but it wasn't until I got called down to the office for a meeting, that I realized that I was putting to shame every effort and all the time my mom spent on raising

I will give you the short version of my story. In high school I could care less about my grades. I just tried enough to pass to the next grade. I had a very low self-esteem and was an introvert. I did not have many friends and did not do well in sports. I always avoid things that I thought I could not accomplish.

The Demon Lover is a story of a woman, Kathleen, who after coming home, finds a ghostly letter on her table. This letter gave her a ghastly reminder of a man she had promised to marry before he tragically died in World War I. The couple had agreed to meet again after all these years and, the letter promises that the meeting they had agreed to all those years ago, was still on. Suddenly she got a horrendous feeling that a presence was with her and began to recollect the life she had lived; she remembered marrying her new husband and having two children children with him. After this visit to her house, Kathleen finally left. After checking the time, she noticed it was the time that the mysterious letter had mentioned their

I failed my freshman year of high school. Continuously through middle school, I did terrible in my academic classes. Shiftless, I skimmed by with Ds and Cs and an A for art thrown in there. But still I was shoved forwards, my middle school gladly letting me exacerbate my bad habits into a trench, seemingly impossible to climb out of. Until I reached a school that wasn’t afraid to tell me to try again.

The transition from middle school to high school was difficult for me. I’d gone to very a progressive middle school where the students basically got to choose their own curriculum. I’d never had grades or a standard structure of any kind to measure my academic performance. Saint Mary’s, my high school, is college prep so the teachers move quickly, I am graded on everything, and expectations in general are much higher. For all of ninth grade I felt like I had been tossed into the deep end without knowing how to swim, and my grades reflected that mentality. Summer before tenth grade, I knew I couldn’t continue performing so poorly, so I began to study and to try and get a jump start on the next year’s curriculum. When school started I put much

Well my semester grades came in the mail again and not only did i fail my freshman math class, i also dropped two more classes down the drain. I kept thinking to myself “that's alright, i'll just try again next year.” But the irony about that was, i didn't try again next year. My junior year was the absolute worst. Failing three classes and wondering how in the heck i was even going to graduate. At this point i just kept thinking about all the times i took my school work for granted and how i thought going out with my friends and coming home late was more important than getting that

“One can choose to go back to toward safety or forward toward growth. Growth must be chosen again and again; fear must be overcome again and again”(Abraham Maslow). At the beginning of the year I was very confident, having straight A’s last for first and then almost for the second year due to one class that I had a C for who wouldn't be confident. Everything was going well both personal life and school life, but then as the year proceed many things started crashing down with personal things and with my family. All the stress I had been dealing with made me lose focus and made my grades drop. Not to mention that I was busy with many things making me have to skip school

I view my personal demons as, well just that, demons. I do not view them as the beautiful, mythical creatures that dragons are. My personal demons destroy me daily but I still fight everyday against them. Demons, in my mind, are creatures that destroy your will, mind, spirit and break you down slowly also they feed your mind thoughts and make you start to believe that they are true. My demons come in forms of depression and anxiety. They make it were I do not want to get out of bed, were the only refuge is my room. I do things to battle them daily, how I do that is by doing things I know will make me happy such as drawing and listening to music or even just being in the company of people who I cherish and love. However, sometimes those things

Help…Someone help! God make it stop! My lungs became filled, my heart stood still, pounding in the momentary silence. I laid alone in the darkness, as no one came to my aid in the seemingly near-death struggle. My body quivered and shook as my mind turned against me.

First of all, in high school years the most valuable lessons, I learned is "it's not going to be easy but nothing is impossible". I just move from Houston to here to live with my auntie because she was ill and needed someone to take care of her. My parents were in Houston, I was the only one that moved and I didn’t know anyone I was so lonely, I feel like no one around me, felt like I was all alone and also, I had no idea that in Ohio we have to take five graduation test order to get your diploma. After I knew that I had to take it I basically gave up, I thought I won't be able to pass that test, so I had no hope. Because I had no friends to ask how that test going to be or help me with stuff like I was hopeless. I didn’t had my parents with me, my auntie support me and encourage me to move forward but still it felt like something was missing. I used to go bed crying because I missed my parents, I use to think if my parents were with me, things could have been different. Time flew and I had to take a test and I failed because I already had my mindset that I'm not