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Personal Narrative: Split In The Road
Intersection – a split in the road. Everyone has had the opportunity to make choices in life. Some were good, some not so well. Some have encountered where the road splits and had to choose to go left or to go right. I, personally, encountered this road and it was not the wisest choice. I was depressed, behind bars, and expelled from school. The path I chose to walk down led me to slacking in school, losing friends, and most importantly, losing sight of God.
When I took the wrong turn, I started slacking in school. There is a myth that high school students tend to start dropping out in their junior year, and I almost made that myth a reality. Considering to be in a rebellious state, some days, I would skip school just because I did not feel like going. I would stay up late playing video games, sleep in, or tell my parents I was sick or didn’t feel good. I felt that school was not an important factor in my life so I did everything I could to get away. Where I went to school, truancy was considered a good punishment. I was forced to attend school, or be fined. When I did attend, I would sometimes skip class and go to other teachers’ rooms and hang out. Other times, when they didn’t let me leave class, sleeping
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I looked forward to the weekends more than anything. Sleep in, wake up, and go out was my daily routine on the weekends. This finally began to stop when I realized I was hurting myself. One of my good friends helped me get on the right path. To this day, I have a relationship with God again, and have been in a relationship with that good friend for a while now. Life is such a happier place when things are going good. I was down too deep to even see the light, then someone helped bring me back up. Slacking in school, losing my friends, and losing a relationship with God were just road blocks to where I was meant to

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