Going back several years ago, as a middle school student who was visiting my local high school on an open night, I was open to any class, club, and group that I had encountered. Seeing all the classes that weren't available in middle school, classes like Engineering or Medieval European History. I'd almost felt as if I was missing out on everything even though I hadn't even graduated from middle school yet. I found engineering to be quite attractive, though I had not much of an idea what to expect from it, and I blindly signed up for it. One summer later, and before I knew it, I was officially a high school freshman, inside my Intro. to Design class. Now I must mention, this was the year of 2019 that I had started high school. And to be honest, as time advanced and I was further into the semester, I had demonstrated to my teacher a very poor performance in his class. In fact, I failed my his class in my first semester. I wasn't doing my homework, I wasn't studying class material, in fact I wasn't putting much attention to the class. A quite disappointing result, and I had talked to my teacher that the following semester I would improve my performance in his class. The Spring semester was more of a repetition of my fall semester. Again, everything was going down hill, I wasn't improving, and my grade was still low. Now that it was the first quarter of 2020, we all know what happened. We were given a notice that we would be quarantined for 2 weeks due to an virus called COVID 19. Then 2 weeks became 4 weeks, 3 weeks became a month, and eventually the rest of the semester. All my poor performances in my engineering class eventually caught up with me when my teacher managed to reach out to my mother by phone and reveal to her my situation in his class. Surely enough, my mom was not happy, and had some talking involved. The same day of the phone call was the day I got my first laptop. Immediately I started to catch up not just in my engineering class but in all my classes. For the first time, the magnitude and direction had changed in an instant. I remember submitting this project that we had gotten started on since before the pandemic. I submitted mine late, imaginably, but I have always kept in mind and heart, this one part of the comment my teacher left in my submission. It said, "it doesn't matter how you start, but how you finish." Those words were a guide for my throughout high school. I was not the same person that I was from when I entered high school to when I graduated. My grade average sky rocketed every year, and continues to do so in college.