8th Grade Narrative

8th grade has been a hell of a ride, I went through ups and downs, met new people, learned new things, and finally finished middle school. But along this hellish ride I encountered many challenges (and sorta solved them). I learned life lessons and had people help me along the way, I achieved goals that I set for myself. Most importantly, I learned many methods from AVID that I hope I will always use and take advantage of. Without AVID I would probably not care about my grades so much as much as I do now.

I remember the first day of Kindergarden very clearly; I walked into a facility covered with white walls, white tiling, and white children, but I looked a little different from the other children. I was the only Chinese American male in a predominantly white schooling created me to become an easy target for other children. Persecution, stereotypes, and identity was placed on me each day, and I resorted to my parents for comfort. I would cry into my mother’s arm and ask her “how do I make my eyes bigger?” or “Can you just buy me some blue eyes?”. My mother would cry along with me, but it wasn’t until after multiple attempts of begging that I understood the burden and pain I was putting on her heart, and I stopped asking. Each day when I was asked how my day went, I would lie and tell her how “amazing” it was, but I was truly hurting inside. This started my

Everyone had warned me about how stressful it was, how much homework there was, but I hadn’t believed them until I got there. Eighth grade is hard. I had to face the truth. I was doing pretty swell, but then Winter Break came around, and my grades started to slip. My parents were grounding me, they were taking things away, but nothing seemed to be working. So they finally decided to tell me if I didn’t improve, they weren’t taking me on the ski trip with my whole family. That put my act together, and my grades started to improve, and new opportunities came up. I started joining clubs, and my life was pretty good once

Coming to eighth grade on the first day was slightly scary for me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t have any friends on the same team as me and that I wouldn’t have a class with any friends. When I arrived to the homeroom, school didn’t start off as bad as I thought it would. Apparently I had more than one friend in my homeroom, which made things less awkward for the first time being in class.

I have always played the same three sports in elementary school, baseball, soccer and basketball but the summer before 7th grade I wanted the try something new and play football but because I didn't know much about it I was having a hard time deciding if I was going to play or not. But When football season came around i signed up.

When one enrolls into an honors or advanced English class, there are many worries that come to mind. These worries create thoughts such as ‘Am I a good writer?’, ‘Will I pass?’, or ‘How do I even start a paper?’. My teachers never specifically taught me to write. My teacher that I had for 9th grade English and my 10th grade honors English class always gave good grades. Once I got into my first AP English class, I felt as though my writing was inferior. In my distress, I went to the internet and I found that you do not have to be gifted in academic writing to get good grades on your essays, I found that organization is the key to writing a powerful essay.

On the first day of the second year of fifth grade. It was horrible everyone new people from when they were in fourth grade . I felt all alone in a corner. I knew no one ,then the teacher comes up . She said " Hi I will be your teacher this year". I said " Hi I will be one of your students this year".

The fifth grade school year ended very quickly, Mrs.Cullen retired, and my classmates and I moved on to the next chapter of our lifes, sixth grade. As the next school year arrived, I went about sixth grade the same way I had started about fifth grade, I had a ton of friends in my class, and I thought that sixth grade would be a walk in the park. My advisor was Mr.Ferry, and having to write about 1000 times I will not disrupt class, I finally began to approach sixth grade in a different way. In sixth grade I learned the importance of mindfulness, and doing what I loved from

At the beginning of my ninth grade, I started to feel and sense I was in a different environment from Jr. High. I became more serious about my school work. I started performing at such a higher level than ever before. I became an A-B Student and score advance on my SATP Algebra I test and proficient on my SATP Biology I test.

The first time that Sean and I met was in the 7th grade at Washington Middle School. Sean was the new kid at school at the time, and when you're the new kid the teacher introduces you to the entire class. The teacher also wanted someone to give Sean a tour of the school, so she wanted to see who already knew him. I didn't know him yet, but when she asked who did I yelled out "I do!" She turned to Sean and asked if he knew me, he said yes even though he knew he didn't. As I was giving him a tour of the school he asked if I actually knew him. I told him no, I just wanted to get out of class. And that was the beginning to our

The beginning of the year wasn’t exactly as I envisioned as an eighth grader. I thought that going to high school would be some life changing experience with new people and more privileges. It turned out that it wasn’t that life changing so much as perspective changing and there was more work, more stress, and privileges tend to come with a price. My first day left me nervous, lost, confused, stressed, overwhelmed, and tired by the end of the day. The first thing I did when I got home that day

My education has always been something that I've struggled with throughout my life. By the seventh grade, I had already failed two times. I was held back in the first grade, when I lived in North Miami, for not being mature enough to advance into the second grade. My third grade year, I attended a school Natural Bridge in North Miami. The staff didn't like the fact that I had refused to go to church ceremonies and I also didn't like praying to Mother Mary on the rosary every morning. The school told my mother that I was a troubled child and that I was failing the third grade. Illegally, the school made a deal with my mother, they'd pass me to the fourth grade if she removed me from their school. During the middle of my sixth grade year, my mother sent me to live with my father, she stated that she could no longer take care of me. Once I moved in with my father I attended a new school in Cleveland and ended up failing that year. I was confused and lost; the kids were learning a different criterion than I had.

I love school and I always have. Okay, so it does have some of its problems like bullying and some long homework. Still, I like school a lot. There are some good friends, nice teachers, and some amazing facts. This is a kind of a memoir so it will be all about me and my journeys from PreK to 8th grade (right now). Let’s get on with this.

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

In the story “7th grade,” a boy named Victor started 7th grade, just like I did. A lot of occurences occurred on the first day. I found out that there were many similarities and differences on my first day and Victor’s. There were many similarities between my first day and Victor’s. First, I had 7 classes and so didi Victor.