How I Became to Love School

I didn’t always like going to school in the morning; in fact, I used to hate going to school. I always found it boring, useless, and a waste of time. I always asked my self, “when will I ever need to do/use this outside of this classroom?” The process of getting up early, getting ready and then sitting at school for seven hours a day Monday through Friday didn’t appeal to me one bit. Little by little, I had unknowingly programmed myself into thinking that it was such a burden to go, that I eventually didn’t even want to go at all. Sometimes, I wouldn’t even set my alarm for the next day. Partly, because I wasn’t fond of the idea of having to stay put, seated for a majority of the day cooped up inside, and partly because I didn’t like how early I would have to wake up.
I found myself getting into trouble with school, getting behind in my classes, forming a bad attendance record, and my teachers/classmates noticing my poor habits: I had been late so often that I had become truant throughout the year and my first hour class actually had to be switched to a study hall. This had gone on for nearly both of my freshman and sophomore years of high school. At the time, though, doing poorly in school and getting into all of that trouble, unfortunately didn’t bother me. To be quite frank, I really didn’t mind one way or the next whether I passed or failed. I was more caught up with making new friends and making any impression at all (whether it was good or bad) than putting effort into things that mattered then and still matter now; myself.
Family, friends, and my parents all tried talking to me and getting to the bottom of why I was making the choices I was, but nothing they seemed to say worked. I had started going down the wrong path with the wrong set of friends: staying out later than my given curfew, not answering my calls, and talking back/getting an attitude with the people who truly cared about me. It wasn’t until the last half of my sophomore year that my life