Covid has impacted everyone’s lives.It had all of us go crazy just being trapped at home and not being able to go see friends or other family members.But for me it was hard to just stay home and do nothing, i know that’s a dream for most people but no.I’ve never stayed home for more than 4 months just being trapped in the house watching tv,eating junk food,playing games until 3 in the morning then waking up at 1 pm.But the most hard part was online learning.When it was school time i thought to myself this shouldn’t be hard but no it was the most difficult part of my day because i wouldn’t understand what to do for homework and i would be too shy to ask the teacher for help.Asking the teacher for help was also hard because i just came out of middle school and i didn’t know anybody there so it was hard to communicate with anyone.

    School was hard for me and impacted my knowledge and my mental health.My mental health was at a all time low, i was struggling to keep up with work and at the same time trying to get my sleep schedule back on track.i had a lot of struggle trying to get up for class and my first period class was math(algebra 1) ‘who would be wide awake at 8 in the morning doing math!’, surely not me, I said in my head.At 8 in morning i was half asleep in class and the only time i talked in class was to say “here”,it was the plainest “here” you could ever hear in your entire life. When it was time to do work it was sorta hard but everything was gonna be okay because ‘photomath was my friend’, i told myself that everyday.But when it was time for the test all i saw was a plain doc, questions with work needed.My mind went totally blank but then i said, “photomath should have the answers” but as soon as i looked up the answers, my face turned white.My body got chills,I couldn’t believe my eyes, ‘HOW COULD THEY NOT HAVE THE ANSWERS!’ I was struggling and had to do the quiz without knowing anything,after the quiz i knew i failed and would end up failing class as soon as she would grade my quiz.The next day i decided to check pupilpath to see my grade and all i saw was a sad ‘32%’ for my math quiz, it brought grade down to a ‘55’ which was failing of course.The struggle was real for first period, the rest of the classes was alright or was it.

      When it was time for 4th period, the biggest class confusion.I had this teacher and sometimes she would just tell us that there’s no class, until she stopped telling us when we had class so i just assumed we didn’t have class and went to make myself food(of course i got hungry fast).But when i checked back to look for the work it said we did have a meeting.This happened so many times, like once i was waiting for class and i decided to kill time by watching tik tok and i kept scrolling and scrolling, then i remembered i had class. The period was over, i didn’t end up going to class because she never let us know when we had class or not, she ended up being late everytime when i already left.When i finally joined class i was so confused because i didn’t understand anything she said and then she would send us to do edpuzzel, i was like,“Bro what is this.”All i saw on my edpuzzels was red X’s, of course i would get 2 or 3 right but it was still a bad grade and dropped my grade down a lot.At the end of the day i still knew i was gonna fail, just because of me getting distracted and “BECAUSE OF HER.”

     My mom asked me “Como te fue hoy día”

    I did not know what to tell her, I'm failing health which should be the easiest class.So responded with, “bien ma estaba aburrido.”Lying straight in her face, i couldn’t tell her the truth she would kill me, she would take my phone away, i thought.After All i knew i wasn’t gonna tell her the truth and everytime she would ask me, my answer would be “Todo bien ma.”

      Mom said, “Segura?”

       I gulped. “Si mami(continued to eat).”She would always ask me that when we were at the table eating.Same place,same words, same person.At least she asked me how it went, made me feel like someone cared.I know deep down they care i just wanted them to prove it, you know.

     Class was getting better, I started to pay attention more but still relied on photomath though.I thought photmath was the only way to pass.But that was just a way of me giving up.That shouldn’t have been an option.When i told my dad about me not understanding, 

      He told me, “No te desesperes y no te des por vencida”

      I slowly realized what he meant, thought to myself “Was i giving up? Did I actually do that?” The darkness got to me, I couldn’t believe I actually gave up on all my classes because of my laziness.My laziness got the best of me and made me commit bad choices.These bad choices cost me my grades.I caused my own downfall.That could’ve costed me my grade, i said.I felt so disappointed in myself, I had to change the way I was to get my grades up.

     After All this thinking, I knew what I had to do.I said, “I HAVE TO GET MY GRADES UP IF I WANT TO PASS.”i remembered that last time I had to get my grade up, i was in class doing basic 5th grade english and i was struggling.That struggle was real though, i’ve been absent from class for a couple of days because of my basketball games.It was during school basketball game and we had to miss class so we can play of course.i was so happy when i had to miss class not only did i miss regular class but i missed tests too.It was the best time until my teachers wanted to talk to me.

       My english teacher said, “ You need to make up work.”

  In my head i said, “uhhh what the heck.”I couldn’t believe it.

    My English teacher said, “ You’re missing work and it’s bringing your grade down.” 

     I told her, “ Okay, I'll make it up at lunch.”I didn’t expect I would have to make it up.Now I have to work on all of my missing work instead of going to lunch.I had to keep going up for 7 lunch periods, literally a week to make up all my work.I didn’t go to lunch for a week,  ‘A WEEK.’I missed so much not going to lunch and i had to do my work, and still get a 70 on my work.There was one where I got a 65 but that was because of my poor writing.I spent a week upstairs doing work when i could’ve been downstairs with my friends just to get some trash grades, well at least I wasn’t failing anymore.That was the last time i had to get my grades up and i can’t give up.If i tried that hard in 5th grade then why should i stop now, when i’m this close to finishing high school.I didn’t work all this way just to give up when i’m almost there.I had to keep trying, the only way to pass was to get my act together and focus.I struggled of course but i moved forward and changed my whole year.It was mostly a wasted year.