Personal Narrative: My Accomplishments In High School

For some people life is like learning how to ride a bike. You get started, but lose your balance and end up on the ground with a scraped knee. Mom and Dad make you feel better until you get back up and fall again. Eventually, you learn to keep your balance, and you don’t need your parents anymore. My version of scraped knees was struggling with bullying and an anxiety disorder manifesting itself because of it.
I could write an essay talking about my high school achievements, whether it be my accomplishments in sports or in the classroom, but that wouldn’t show how I got to the point that I am at today. So, in a way, I suppose I should be saying thank you to the teenage “mean girls” who were involved in my troubled middle school experience. It’s depicted in movies and books, however, I surmised bullying did not happen in school because I never witnessed it first hand. This ideology quickly faded when I started the sixth grade.
Why was I chosen to be picked on? It was unnecessary to be teased because of my hair, my clothes or the fact that I was in Orion (a gifted program) and considered “nerdy”; yet there I was, getting my belongings snatched out of my gym locker and hearing mumbles about me from the girls sitting behind me. My parents eventually became involved, regardless of my belief that I could handle this on my own. I started to make excuses for not going to school, and my parents obliged. My feelings of angst and anxiety towards school developed because of my fear of being around these girls. This was part of my