The Spark that started a Wildfire

Going to junior I was not excited for anything. I hated waking up at five in the morning to get ready for school. I hated both red and white days of my sophomore year and I expected the same this following year cause, I have so much work to do and follow up on from the past years that I just did not do or have a care for. In high school I had no passion for any subject or any of the classes I was taking I hated them all, they all just were super boring to take and try and stay away in. I also never really got along with the teachers because I decided to hand in everything the last week of them semester and would expect an extension but I knew that about 50% of the time it would never happen. The first white day that I had of my junior year was my most interesting day of high school by far. The day started by getting to school at seven in the morning and having no idea what I had for classes and what was going on, almost like I was in a state of confusion. I went to guidance to my schedule and saw that I had LRTC on this particular white day without knowing about it, then we got dismissed from our school at 7:30. We arrived at LRTC a little pass 8am and we started class, no idea what I was doing super nervous palms sweating up a storm, legs slowly starting to shake major butterflies in my stomach, and the worst part of it all is I started to voice crack super bad like almost after every other word. Then we started the material and paper based part of the class which in turn seemed really boring and dull. I hated it there doing everything in my power to not fall asleep during the conversation and lesson that is currently taking place right in front of my sleepless body wondering if I will make it or get caught sleeping in class. Then we went out into the shop which was fascinating to me cause I wanted all class for this moment and we started the “fun time” of the class which was just putting wires into a box and splicing them together which was very difficult for the first time. It lit a small burning passionate fire for the class and the material we are going to cover. After that first week of the class that fire grew from a little spark on like a leaf to a wildfire. I was telling everyone about what I was learning and how well I was learning it and was being swallowed by the knowledge. I enjoyed the class so much I never wanted it to end. I tried my hardest in the class my lowest grade was around an 85 and I had multiple 100’s and high 90’s.If something you in high school and you enjoy doing it do not just push through it super easy with no effort. Put forth the effort and try your very hardest cause, there will not be very many things you enjoy doing within high school and possibly in the future. If something has your attention give it your attention and give it your all do not let little road bumps stop you from doing it.

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