Personal Narrative: Stressed Out By 21 Pilots

My childhood was a time of merriment and antics that made impressions that have lasted with me throughout my life. It was filled with carefree innocence and skewed perceptions of the more responsible world my parents lived in. As a child, my biggest worry was not getting that toy I absolutely desired when I saw it advertised on television. As time continued, the immortality of childhood began to fade; I began to grow older and gain responsibilities to my schoolwork and parents. As I began to grow up, the burden of increasing expectations of succeeding set by my parents, school, and community began to take a toll on me, and ultimately, stressed me out. Stressed Out by 21 Pilots accurately describes my wistfulness to “turn back time to the good
I was swarmed with homework from the multitude of AP classes I was taking. There were multiple days a week in which I would finish my homework as the sun was softly kissing the horizon of a new morning. All those sleep-deprived nights made me recall the days in which “momma sang [me] to sleep” (21 Pilots 10). I went from being tucked in by parents to being lulled to sleep by homework and studying. As I became dreary each night with the endless list of undertakings to complete, I could feel myself becoming more and more stressed out. The teachers, knowing me and my work ethic, expected me to accomplish the various assignments they threw my way. It was as if they thought there was “nothing else” going on in my life while it was quite the contrary; my life was consumed with the extenuating expectations of my parents, school, and community (Machado 2). In addition to the workload of school, I had the exasperating and terrifying task of applying to different colleges and universities. The endless essays and plentiful applications all contributed to my overwhelming flood of work. All these expectations pouring down on me abated my livelihood. I worked constantly to meet them. My parents expected me to do well on my academics and standardized tests so that I can get into an university with a great engineering program. When I told them the news of my denial from Georgia Tech, I could clearly see the