Personal Narrative: My Growing Up In Southern Louisiana

Growing up in Southern Louisiana, I was raised in a “weird” way. I was taught to call all adults ma'am and sir when I was speaking to them, and “ya’ll” happens to be a regular word in my vocabulary. Loving the bayou, and being polite to everyone who earned it, is what I guess people call weird here in Colorado. I spent most of my life in Louisiana. It's my home.Everything about that place reminds me why I love it so much, most the people, the food, and pretty much everything except the weather. Everything was going great until I got home from school one day and my mom told me that we were moving. Moving to Colorado was a big jump for me. It meant I'd have to start all over again in a new school, new people, higher altitude, and a different environment. I wouldn’t be around my family and friends anymore. I
School always came first, without a doubt. But, I let the move get to me. I let change get to me, and that shouldn’t have been the case.Doing my best is what I should have kept doing, but that wasn’t what happened.. My uncle is the person that made me realize that. He’d always call to check up on me, making sure I was doing the best that I could without any excuses. He called one day and asked how I was doing in my new school, and I told him the truth. His response was nothing I was prepared for. I was used to him telling me how proud he was of me, and that I’m going to set out to be the greatest at what I want to become. But, this phone conversation was not anything I thought it would be.He said, “Even though I hoped this wouldn't happen, I knew it would.” What did that even mean? Did it mean he was rooting for my failure? That talk sparked something in me. It reignited my passion for success. I started to get my act together and refocus on my grades, and what I wanted in life. Slowly my grades started improving, with each semester slightly getting