This was a requirement submitted by N in one of her high school subjects. She is in second year college now. Part of the article reveals the beginning of her fascination and passion for art.
How were you 3 years ago?
Three years ago, I had just entered high school. I was a first year student who was still adjusting to a different environment. For some, first year high school was an unforgettable experience, because it was the beginning of a new chapter in life. But I didn’t feel that way. I didn’t really feel different, like I’d changed or something. I was still the quiet girl who enjoys studying, well except for Math. I have to say that the most memorable thing that I’d done was when I discovered what I wanted to do with my life, when I discovered my passion. When I picked up my pencil and started drawing, I instantly knew. Something sparked inside me that wanted to explore and improve this newfound passion. So every day, after school, I would just draw and practice techniques but I still did not neglect my studies and only practiced after doing my assignments or reviewing for quizzes.
As a student, I’m not the most exceptional but I strive to have good grades or even high grades so I can be eligible enough to earn a place in the top ten Achievers. During the first monthly exams, I got sick and wasn’t able to take it. After recovering, even though I did not have the time to study enough, I still took my exams. I did okay except for Math. Well, truthfully, I did not get my results in Math but I had a feeling. When it was time for our first periodical exam, I studied really hard, because I had a lot to make up if I wanted to have good grades. From then on, I focused on my studies and eventually, I earned the 4th position in the list of achievers.
During my first year of high school, I met a new classmate who then became a dear friend of mine. I took an instant liking to her because she was cool and we had similarities especially when it comes to our hobbies. I thought it was great that she became friends with my best friend as well.
Now, as I’m writing this and trying to recall stuff, I just realized that our field trip that we had that year was the second most fun and memorable of the field trips that I had (The first one would be during the 5th grade when we visited a planetarium in a science center). It was pretty special day for me at the time, because it was the first time that my mother did not chaperon me in a field trip. It felt good just being by myself and not being accompanied by someone. I got to experience different rides that I know my mother would’ve restricted me to.
In terms of my attitude, I don’t think that I changed much..