Growing Up Quick

Growing Up Quick

  • Submitted By: marris2014
  • Date Submitted: 10/26/2010 8:09 PM
  • Category: English
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Growing Up Quick

It was the beginning of the end, Senior Year. All the girls were wearing their tediously picked out first day outfits and all the guys were just coming to another day of getting talked at for 6 hours. I was walking in when I ran into an old friend of mine and we started catching up on how our summers had been. When I walked into class I immediately became aware of who was going to be sitting right behind me the entire year. Her name was Chelsea. We started talking and began to get to know each other. I immediately knew that this was going to be a good class because we had so much to talk about. For the first month and a half of school, we were doing pretty well, getting A’s and B’s, but when we started after thanksgiving break, things began to go downhill.
When we got back, the first thing that we did differently was that we didn’t do our homework. I witnessed this and watched my grade drop from a B to a C in a matter of a week. However, I didn’t seem to take this very seriously and just shrugged it off and told myself that I would just do my homework and my grades would be better and I would be able to raise it back up. This proved harder than I thought. I started out by just talking less in class and trying to do my homework as we were finishing our class work. This method unfortunately didn’t work out as well as I had hoped. That quarter, I took home a C on my report card. My parents were very aggravated about this. When I first walked in the door, I could tell that they had already seen my grades. I knew that my other grades were good but physics I knew was the worst one. My dad just kind of looked at me with his eyes small and had a menacing expression on his face. I knew at that moment that my dad and I were going to have another one of his infamous conversations.
That conversation lasted about 3 hours when it finally sunk in. Sometimes when my dad and I have those conversations, I can be very stubborn, for...

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