An Essay I Wrote In 6th Grade

This is an essay I wrote in 6th grade. I don’t remember why I wrote it. No one else has ever seen this. I hate this essay, and I find it kind of embarrassing, but I wanted to share it because someone else might like it. In the end, I guess it has a positive message.

 

From the 2nd to the 5th grade I believed that my life was meaningless until I graduated college and got a stable job. I had a toxic mindset, school was the only thing that mattered. I was willing to sacrifice my happiness, my friends, and everything I was passionate about in order to get the life in the future that I thought I wanted.

Last year however, everything changed for me. I’ve only had one close relationship with a teacher, my third grade teacher, Ms. Holmes. We bonded over our shared love for literature and animals. It was the only time that I genuinely felt like my teacher believed in me and cared about me. The only problem was, she was ill. She missed the first three months of school due to her illness. She never told us what she had, but everyone assumed it was cancer.

I graduated from her class, and the next year she missed most of the school year again.

In the 5th grade, I moved from Basalt to Los Angeles. It was really hard on me, I went from an A student to a C student very quickly. I didn’t understand the way I was being taught. My old school didn’t use Common Core, and it was very confusing to me. I understood the math, but I didn’t show the work the way I was supposed to. My teacher wasn’t much help either, but he wasn’t to blame. There were 35 kids in my class. He didn’t have time for me. So I started working as hard as I could. By the end of the year, I got an award at graduation for the most improvement out of all of my peers. I felt like I was back to my old self again. I was back on what I thought was the right track. I wasn’t doing anything outside of school, I wasn’t hanging out with friends, I wasn’t practicing music, I was studying. I wasn’t happy, but I thought that it would make me happier in the long run.

During the summer, I got an email from an old classmate of mine. She informed me that Ms. Holmes was battling cancer, and there was speculation that she may have died.

I’m not sure why, but that flipped a switch for me. I realized how little time we have to do what we love. I might not live to graduate college and get the life I thought I wanted. School is very important, but pursuing your passions is just as important. Life is too short to focus especially if you’re not happy or fulfilled in the present. From that day on, I decided to pursue happiness.