Personal Narrative: My 8th School Year

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

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.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

I also had an intense and psychologically abusive relationship, which made me cynical and distrusting of others. When senior year came up, I was the most depressed I have ever been. I was unable to focus and participate in class. All I did was sob quietly and it was impossible to maintain a good average. Finally, I just decided to transfer to Conroe High for a fresh start, and a chance to redeem myself; I wish I transferred sooner. That ended up being the best decision for me. My old friends and I rebuilt our relationship, I had teachers who saw me for more than just a number, and I redeemed myself. My grades were better than they have ever been. If I had never decided to better myself and take a chance, I would still be stuck in the same miserable mindset. Little by little everything slowly decided to get better, and the sun shined just a little brighter in my

6th grade became the worst year of my life. My step-dad called me a piece of shit that year. I had maybe 5, 6 friends. 7th grade was a great year for me, which allowed me to become more vulnerable and naive than I already was. Then came 8th grade, which became(very quickly) a year worse than 6th grade. Not only did I have the same amount of friends as 6th grade, my teachers treated me like I was an abomination, a retard. Well, not all the teachers, just the male teachers. All of my female teachers treated me nicer by comparison, although one lost my homework and blamed it on me even though I handed it in on time and where the homework was supposed to go. I still won’t get credit for it. Once, a teacher assumed I made myself sick and leave home early to avoid a test and called me dumb. As the class ended we were supposed to finish writing in class. He took away some of the time I needed to make up that same test to finish it. When I finished it, he yelled at me calling me stupid and let me leave to make up that test. As I was taking it, he tried talking to my science teacher to prevent me from making it

From 8th grade to 9th grade I’ve changed dramatically. I had pimples on my face, very long hair which made me look like a porcupine, and dressed unique. I was in a lot of drama and fights, but I didn’t mean any of that I was just sensitive. People thought I was a creep, yet I became everyone’s best friend. 9th grade is the best year for me especially since I got to meet new people. I changed my style in 9th, I got a buzz cut, I started wearing shirts that actually looked like it fits me, and pants that didn’t fall. I became a big sneaker head about Jordan’s, and started listening to artist I hated before in 8th.

8th grade was the best summer I’ve ever had. I was so happy because I was able to finally had a group of friends. It all started in Alpena, in May. My friend Breanna and I had gotten into numerous altercations and stopped being friends for a long time. Breanna messaged me and I decided that we should go get some ice cream. It turns out she wanted to say sorry for how she was acting. To this day, I consider her my best friend. Breanna and I reconciled in May and haven’t stopped being friends since. Earlier that year, I had met my friend Alyssa. She was basically like me, loud, crazy, cool, and didn’t care about others opinions on her. This is what basically bonded us. Breanna and I and Alyssa had hung out for a month, and we became the bestest

Fast forward to the track state meet eighth grade year. As I said before success can be a really tough thing to handle. I had gone through an up and down phase after cross country season ended. I didn’t go to practice, I started to not care as much about school and I was acting the completely opposite of the person I was before. After the upset at the state meet, I just didn’t seem to care anymore. I just focused on getting by the rest of the school year but it just didn’t work. My coaches convinced me to keep going they brought me in and had a talk with me. I still remember that day with my coach, Coach H. He was a really important person to me and had grown on me so much. He cared about his athletes like they were his own children. I sat

I made a decision at fifteen most teenagers do not have to make until their senior year of high school. I decided to venture on my own in order to better my future. Sophomore year, I started attending a residential high school for top performing students in the state of Louisiana. Over the past three years, I lived alone while my parents have traveled all over the continental United States therefore learning how to take care of myself at a young age. Additionally, in a diverse learning community such as the Louisiana School of Math, Science, and the Arts (LSMSA), I was able to learn how to work and live with students whose minds function differently than mine.

Have you ever wanted to do something very bad? So you done it anyway? It was between my 8th grade and my freshman year. I made a horrible mistake, but I learned something really valuable. I wish I never did what I did, but if I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t of learned the lesson I did. I lied to my parents.

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

It was toward the end of seventh grade when it happened. I never would have guessed what was coming my way. I find that the longer we are in friendships or relationships with people, the harder it is to let go. Throughout the year, everything was going so well. How did it go downhill so fast? How could I let this happen? The thing that started it all was so little; so stupid. The more we argued over that one small thing, the more we pulled away. I was feeling so confident and so good about it, and it was just completely shattered. Everything that we worked so hard to build was just torn down and in

“I am so sorry, what do you want me to do about it? Go back in time and magically fix everything?” I almost screamed at my best friend in the whole wide world over the phone. I had meet her is the 8th grade since then we had always been friends. We never ever if possible left each other’s side even it we were in the middle of a fight like we were then. In the same places we just kept on our poker faces. We loved each other to death and back then.

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.

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this