I actually enjoyed attending summer school. The classes were longer, but the teachers were more willing to do one on one help sessions with the students during the class which resulted in me getting better grade than I achieved during regular school. When it was time for summer school to end, I was actually very disappointed. I knew that I’d be going back to my high school in the fall.
I struggled again through my sophomore year, and managed to get by with the grades needed to move on. My junior year was a different story. I had missed a lot of school and was failing some important classes. At home we had my grandmother staying with us while she had cancer. Again I needed to attend summer school, but there was just no time for me to drive there with my family needing the car. I chose to be held back a year in school so my mom could use the car as she needed to.
My second junior year was mostly a repeat of my freshman year. I was failing classes all over again. I just could not keep up with the rest of the class. Teachers would even skip over me when it was my turn to read a chapter in a book aloud due to how slow I was. By the end of the year I needed to attend summer school again.
Once summer school was taken care of I was finally a senior, though a year late. I was excited at first to attend my senior year, but something changed. I don’t know exactly what went through my head, but after about two weeks of school I just stopped going completely. I was going nowhere and just sitting at home doing nothing for a couple...