A Narrative essay of myself
As I sat in my cold seat at my desk, I simply stared ahead blankly at the teacher who was lecturing us, only
half-heartedly noting that I was in a trance of wandering thoughts. I was in another dimension of thought;
contemplating on what had taken place within me for the past four or five months. Had this reverse in my life's polarity
really helped me? I noted it to be a mixed blessing. Why had God put me in this funny position anyways? I sometimes felt
so alone in what I was going through. My classmates just can't understand what's been going through me for the past
few months; to them my change in character meant very little or practically nothing. I had already felt completely isolated
once in my life.That feeling of isolation was now coming back, except for now it's of a far greater degree. I sat in deep,
unbound thought.
I steady glare from Mrs. Wertman, given as a warning, broke me out of this trance. I acknowledged my error and
allowed class to proceed. But even though I acknowledged it, that doesn't mean I had to correct it; I put my head down out
of her line of sight and slipped back into deep thought again. I was beginning to feel very humble; the thoughts of
me being the only student in Southridge High School who was deeply involved in New Age spirituality made me wish that I
had not pursued it with such drive. But that was then, and this was now. You cannot just break out of these things and
return to practical worldly thought overnight. I noted that during the past few months, many new social rings had either
been established or collapsed; this was because of my new way of perceiving life, and the actions that I took to comply
with my new vi ...