Personal Narrative: The Public School System

I furiously ripped a sheet of paper out of my notebook and glared at the blank lines I had to fill. My mom assigned a creative writing paper to my daily schoolwork load. Up until seventh grade all I had known was the public school system. In public school, I had acquired an unhealthy habit of getting away with the least amount of work while still maintaining an above average grade. I had the assumption that school would be even easier, having my mom as my teacher. To my surprise, my mom actually expected more effort from me than any of my other teachers in public school. My mom rudely awakened me to the fact that true success did not come without struggle.
For a couple weeks, I tolerated the creative writing papers; my mom would give me a topic