Personal Narrative: Ms. Leece's AP Physics Class

RodFord High school was a big change for me and I didn’t have any classes with Lauren. The school had gray walls everywhere, I felt like I was in a jail really. Lauren and I were eating lunch one day when a group of girls started staring at me. I never seem to cause trouble but I stared back until one of the girls got up. The girl was: tall, skinny, redhead, big eyed and dresses in bright colors. She sat down in front of me and told me ‘What is your problem? Don’t you know staring is rude?’. I laughed in her face and told her, ‘you really need to go back to your table and not talk to me like that again’. That’s where my big change was, that redheaded girl made me lose my bestfriend.

Are you listening to lecture?” This discouraged students to ask her questions. They didn’t want to get put on the spot and look unintelligent in front of the rest of the class. Whenever she was putting a student on the spot, I would just sit there uncomfortable not knowing what to do. It was a bad environment to be in too, because the back door would often be opened up and insects would come in as a result of this. Mosquitos and flies flying in your face as you’re trying to solve matrices isn’t very pleasant. We would often hear claps throughout the class because people would slap their hands together, trying to kill an insect that keeps flying around them. Hearing loud, sudden clapping was startling and beyond distracting. This was one of the most challenging class I have ever taken and lots of people dropped out of that class, but I decided to step up to the plate and work through it. I overcame this by finishing my homework early so I could read every section before class. I also came on time every day to class, even on one of those days when I was sick and I put off time hanging out with friends and

Later on that day, I heard shouting and crying down the road a ways. I swung the door open and ran towards the commotion. My mind was running through the files of my brain thinking on what it could be. I finally thought of the worst situation

I walked through the old mental hospital I use to be in, trying to redraw memories from it. I let my fingers slide across the burnt walls, recording with the camera and trying to find out why it was burnt. Until it hit me.

I fucking hate Science class because of the vague instructions and expectations that come along with being so fucking new. In evidence #shit, Ms. Fronk did not explain what “note-take” means, stating “this is due next Friday, get the fuck out and start bitches” (cunt #fucker). Based on these fake ass instructions, I was not able to fully understand that I had to relate the text to my life, which is so fucking stupid (nigger #hell ya). Since I am a visual learner, pictures and pictures only help me, so I don’t need any fucking titles and analogies or videos bitch. I have a fucking B in this easy ass class as a result. Some may say that this was my responsibility to do my best and be prepared for high school, but that is bullshit since no explicit

My heart felt as if someone were squeezing it with all their might. I held back my tears not wanting to seem weak.

He turned his mind to training, remembering he’d be starting next week. It reassured him to know he wouldn’t be in such a predicament throughout another fight. With that in mind, he looked off into the distance, looking at the city buildings once more. Remembering he needed to get ready for his trip to the city. He got up off of his seat, exhaling sharply before heading to his front door. Once inside, he locked the door, he remembered he still hadn’t unpacked his things from the night before.

The subject of physics is complex, abstract, and difficult to master. As we keep exploring and discovering what's new, we refine ourselves so we can become better critical thinkers. I have found that this course offered me a taste of this refinement that will help me for years to come. The skills I have acquired are invaluable, and I look forward to being able to share these with others who wish to push our world forward. Though this road has many challenges, they are meant to hone us into more insatiable but impactful people who actively fix problems and inefficiencies in the world.

I kept telling myself it would be okay. I couldn’t run any faster than I already was. I could hear the thumping in my chest, and thinking he could hear it, made a shiver run down my spine. My eyes darted around, searching for the dark silhouette of a trench coat. I heard a crunch in the leaves behind me. I scrambled around looking for a hide away, when my eyes landed on a hole in the ground, big enough to fit my body. I jumped in it and covered myself with wet leaves. I heard the faint noise of crunching leaves traveling further and further away from me.

My heart was pounding so hard it was as if I could see it beating through my chest. My mind was racing. Right when I felt like giving up it seems like I saw a house out of no where. I could hear his footsteps getting closer and I looked down at bare feet and my ripped clothes for the abuse I'd endured earlier and immediately made a decision to knock on the strangers door.

Grappling at his hands, prying his fingers, scratching his hands, kicking like a madman, anything. Anything to stop the lack of air. My face grew red as an immense pressure over took my throat. I desperately clutched his hands and squeezed the air out of my lungs, “Please.” a fresh set of tears washed over me at the grating pain centralised at my throat. “Please.” An ache burned at my lungs. My eyes bulged out of their sockets as I wheezed for breath. Gasping, spluttering, like a fish out of water. My futile attempts regained in strength. Fear urging me on. Every reach, every kick, more desperate than the last. The ache was no longer an ache, but an unbearable burning sensation. Black dots traced at the edges of my eyes. Creeping closer and closer. Threatening to snatch away my

I break my eyes away, escaping from the exposing too-lit bathroom. I need to clear my head. It only takes a few steps before I reach my doorstep. I shuffle my feet into a pair of sneakers, grab a few dangling keys, and head outside my

As rain showers down onto the windows, I walk through the empty corridor with a small frown on my aged, scarred face. The wooden door at the end was my destination, and from the other side I could barely hear the sounds of a business partner my age frantically calling for help on his phone; yet, to no avail. Anyone who would have helped him already got paid a visit by me. When I arrived at the end of the corridor, I began to think back to everything that lead up to this moment. Thoughts of why I was doing this circulated through my mind as everything came back to me in a flash.

Luckily this English class was the last period of the day. Once the bell rang I just sat their looking at the white screen in awe at

There was a blood curdling scream, and then a growl. Then I knew I was alone, I had to get out, no one was here to help me. I started running again as I heard footsteps heavy on the floor behind me. Heavy breathing, then another growl.