Personal Narrative: My Favorite 8 Grade

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.

From 9th grade to 10th grade, I attended a small, public choice school called Federal Way Public Academy. They accepted students on a lottery basis, and had a total student population of approximately 300 students, grades 6-10. It is a school that is very well known for it’s college-level academics, lack of music and physical education classes, and intense homework load. Regardless, I wanted to attend that school since I was in 5th grade, but wasn’t accepted until 9th. When 9th grade finally came, I met the group of people I would soon call family.

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

Seventh grade started off well for me, as most school years did. There was the usual getting used to schedules, teachers, and so on, which always took effect, and then adjusting to who you’re in class with. Well, this and I began my third year of scouting, along with a few of my friends. This allowed us to go camping with each other often, and I enjoyed it very much. All of this held true until around December, so about ⅓ of the way through the school year. This was when my grandpa was sent into the hospital again from a heart problem that he had. When I say “again” I don’t mean that anything had happened too recently, but he did he stay there the previous January before seventh grade. At first, no one in my family worried, but quickly were doubting our initial thoughts. The reason he had relapsed from his previous recovery of the heart condition is because he had taken pills that doctors had told him he would have to take for the rest of his life. This was problematic to him because he had never taken pills for a prolonged period of time before, so after roughly ten months he stopped taking them. He thought he could, even though it went against the doctor's orders, just

One thing I will never forget is my fifth grade year, it was one of my best moments. My class made ROVs, had a real life job, owned fake money and owned our own stores. The fifth grade really was the opposite of ennui and had new things right around the corner. 5th grade was by far the best school year of my life. And it all started with ROVs.

Sixth grade the first year of middle school. Some think it will be really hard and some think it will be a piece of cake. For me the first few days are going pretty good. I’ve got all my classes down. There are no mean teachers. Plus, the homework is extremely easy and there is not a lot.

Well in seventh grade was a little hectic for me but I got through it. Emily hadn't moved yet. I mostly hung out with Mikayla, Emily, and who ever stood by the library. I didn't really get the hang out high school til around ninth grade. I don't really even remember most of my classes before ninth grade. I remember sitting by the library in any weather unless the teachers made us go inside the building. Our whole group stood there, there was some I hadn't really talked to yet but I soon became friends with everyone over there. Most of the people I met when I first came to Junior high are now graduated. Ninth grade started Emily had moved. I still hung out with Mikayla though. Then my brother introduced me to this girl named Brianna we hung

Middle school for me wasn’t that fun because the teachers seem boring. The reason I found it boring because all of my classes from 6th-8th weren’t all fun because I couldn’t listen to music.Sure I had my friends but the assignments were boring or as exciting.The only time I was excited for something was my 7th grade field trip because it was a day without school, we to Medieval Times, we ate, watch a show and not do work for the whole day.I guess my 8th grade field trip but it was at the end of the school year.the last three days of

Week One: This week was an interesting week. I was at my church working and it was about that time for our yearly fire inspection coming up soon. So we were getting all of our building fire alarms panels renewed, and we had this one young guy name Adam Shabli from Cintas who came to look at our building. As the conversation continues we started just to talk about life and he asked me and the campus pastor if we were the pastors here at church. We replied saying yes and he had a shocked look. He said that we dress to fresh that he would of never knew. It was funny to us, and he started asking questions about Christianity. He grew up in a Jewish home, his parents are from Israel. He was shocked when we told him that we read the old testament.

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

Seventh grade sucked. Back when I was in the Junior High, I had to move schools from sixth to seventh grade. I started sixth grade in a private school, but near the end my parents decided it was to time to go to a public school. I entered the Junior high for my seventh grade, which is where my story begins. It was the first day of seventh grade and I was very nervous. For one thing, rumours of excessive bullying and harassment plagued the school according to those who went to my old private school. I was ready for anything. I had received all of my materials including notebooks, binders, and pencils and I brought them in two nice plastic bags as I walked into the school where I would spend the next two years of my school life.

This narrative is about my years of middle school. I look back on my kindergarten days and wonder why I didn't care if I had many friends, why I didn't care what everyone thought of me. in my first school years of elementary school, I remember instead of playing on the grass the teachers only let us children under 3rd-grade play on the concrete blacktop whereas everyone else gets to play on the grass field. if I get hit in the stomach nowadays and land on this asphalt paved concrete I try to play it off like nothing ever happened, when inside I’m screaming. I try my hardest not to let out even the faintest of grunts because of what other people will think, while my mind is fighting against me to just let it out, of course this is unlike me when I was younger, because at that age either I was too busy focusing on anything and I would just bounce back up or because I didn't care what people thought of me and I let everything out without hesitation.

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.

Eighth Grade Project was what our school was known for. Eighth graders were given the better part of a year to decide on a topic for their project, get into groups of their choosing (or stay alone), and prepare. The actual project was first to write a 4 page essay to demonstrate our knowledge about our topic. Then, for 2 hours each day for a week, we were to teach kindergarteners all the way up to 6th graders about our topic. We had to come up with our own lesson plans and activities, and the actual teachers were not allowed to help us teach. Throughout the week different teachers would evaluate us as we taught, and our final grade was determined by averaging the grades all the teachers gave us. The stakes were high for this project because not only was this fifty percent of our grade, if we failed to do it, we wouldn 't be able to go on the end of the year trip to Great America.