Difficulties
Before high school, school was not a walk in the park,
from late nights to early morning study sessions.
There was not one subject I clicked with,
everything was difficult.
I felt as if I would never get it.
Starting in seventh grade things began to fit together like puzzle pieces.
I began to take pride in my own work,
I was proud to say I did it.
Studying and learning new things became pleasant,
Still to this day I appreciate the beauty of learning.
I don’t always appreciate it,
but I do know more than I ever have before.
Support from teachers and classmates makes it easier.
Having teachers that care is one thing,
but knowing for a fact your teacher cares is another.
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