When thinking about college, I never thought I would become a dropout.
In high school I received good marks, at least until my sophomore year in March 2011. Then it seemed to fall apart. My sense of duty to earn good grades disappeared. I no longer did the activities I loved. I began to hate going to school, especially if my homework wasn’t done. I would often beg my mom to let me stay home so I didn’t have to deal with the consequences of unfinished homework or lack of studying.