My attitude was unenthusiastic about not being able to go to a “normal” high school. I felt somewhat discouraged that my school was not what I expected it to be. When I was younger the stereotypical schools I saw in movies and on t.v. influenced what I imagined high school to be, although I knew better I felt disappointed. Everyday after my dad came home from work he would ask “How was school today?” I replied, “It was alright I guess.” Yet I knew deep down, “It was not alright”. My stomach churned and twisted at my own words because they were not my honest feelings. I would see a brief flashback of myself at school diligently working in each class period but every class was the same I did not feel connected to my surroundings or classmates and was not actively involving myself in the school because I kept repeating to myself “I am not going to be at this school next year so it’s fine if I miss out.” I would look up and see the disheartened look on his face and it ripped my heart to pieces. My attitude towards school mattered to me. Why? because I knew my parents wanted to provide the best education for me and wanted me to have memorable experiences in school. I realized I wanted to alter my outlook towards my education and my school so I would not look back and regret how I spent my