Obstacle

            
             " You"re such a disappointment!" The horrible phrase one's mother might reiterate to them over a hundred times after seeing your report card. That guilty feeling in your gut, where your stomach feels achy and you just want to lock yourself in the bathroom to get away from taking responsibility for your own actions. The hate that grows from within for all those times you received phone calls and had "better things to do," than doing your homework. I understand, I felt these feelings of the mind shutting off. I've felt the embarrassment of being singled out by a teacher in class, and having that warm sensation overcome your face, where your cheeks turn rosy and the brow upon your head consumes with perspiration and drips like a leaky faucet. All because you didn't do your homework. .
             I must admit, the first two years of high school were hell for me. They were two of the most difficult years I have gone through in my sixteen years of existence. Laziness and slacking off consumed my mind and body. I was the queen of procrastination, but with help and guidance from a great support team I seem to be overcoming my horrible habits, if that's what you want to call them. .
             I guess I could complain and blame it on the ADD that I was diagnosed with, but that would be way too easy for me to do. I know my ADD has had many influences on the decisions I have made and the way I go about many things, but laziness and slacking off were my doings. I let myself succumb to these nightmares of every student-teacher relationship. When offered extra help while I was struggling in school I was too bold and pig-headed to accept the help that I needed. Instead of asking questions to further my knowledge of class discussion topics, I could be seen in the back of class dozing off, or trying to indulge in a juicy conversation with my neighbor. .
             When exam time in tenth grade came around, I finally had to get my act together.