Personal Narrative: My Years In High School

Throughout my years in high school, I have faced many challenges, but one that has made a profound effect on me was history class. I remember how distraught my body was, the feeling of failure brushing against it. This was something I simply couldn't forget, and it has changed my perspective of preparation forever.
It was in the fall when I walked beyond the doors of my history class, optimism seeping through every step I took. My junior year is when I decided to take honors classes, to bestow a challenge upon my easy to pass courses. Taking my seat, I paid attention to the teacher day by day, stalking every word and placing them into my memory. As the sun sets those school days I read the textbook with ease, merely glancing the text and forgetting to take the notes needed. Little did I know that my absent mindedness would lead to my demise. I recall
I spent countless hours thinking about my mistake and how to prevent the next one, until I finally deciphered a plan. With the next assignment delivered and the textbook placed on my lap, I wrote down every specific detail, scourged through the text gingerly, and reread passages over and over until it became engraved into my conscious. Every week I would repeat this procedure, until the hours of direct studying made my eyes dry and my brain exhausted like the eggs in one's breakfast. The test for the assignment came, and my mind became tranquil. Every question witnessed I answered with confidence. Eventually the tiring days of study paid off, the prize of my efforts came as a 92 test grade, and a smile planted on my face as I read those very numbers.
Months passed by after the red knife, known as my test grade, twisted its sharp edge in my mind. The wound left by its blade pushed me to heal it myself, and to muster the best possible way to study the material by writing notes. This challenge led me to learn new study habits and has turned me to excel in