Every time I walked into AP Physics, I distinctly remember my hand shaking. My jaw tensing. My brow furrowing. The scent of sweat permeated the air and a thick, dark, cloud of confusion reigned over me. It wasn’t as if I didn’t enjoy the subject; the sciences have always nestled themselves deep into my heart. But not AP Physics. No. In a time of what should have housed my academic highlight reel, I was floundering; lost in a sea of equations, forces, and xₒ. I’m not going to bore you with all of the bloodshed and tears, but let’s just put it this way… I had a 15%. It wasn’t as if I didn’t put in all of my energy. I mean, I hadn’t slept in three weeks because I spent every waking moment studying and stressing. Something just wasn’t clicking. I was a failure.…show more content… I called him before school, after school, during school; you name it, I tried everything to understand just what he was teaching. Much like a lost tourist, I had no clue where we were and what was being said.Then one day, it dawned on me: just end it all. End the sorrow. End the agony. End my studies of AP Physics. The process began with me talking to my teacher, who spoke to my guidance counselor, who spoke to my parents, who spoke to my teacher, who spoke to my principal; it was an arduous process. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and it certainly took one to save me from this monstrous class. There is not a day when I don’t thank them for supporting me. See, the thing is that everyone in my life wants me to succeed, and what I have learned is the life’s biggest successes often begin with
