Eighth Amendment Essay

When I was in junior high, I found my group of friends. I thought we would all stay close forever, but things changed throughout our years in high school. I went from feeling like I had a family to feeling like I been left behind and forgotten. It was the start of seventh grade, and I walked into my first period; it was athletics class. The first thing I noticed was this shy and innocent looking girl in the corner. I walked up to her and said "Hey didn’t you go to Cryar Intermediate?". At the time

start swimming again. When I entered into the seventh grade, I started swimming for my middle school’s swim team. At that point in my life, I swam for fun. Even though we competed in meets, I wasn’t a very competitive person until the my eighth grade year. In eighth grade, I began to take competing seriously and tried to focus on improving my times. I even joined Crawfish Aquatics, a swimming program that trains you on the off-season, that year. Then, I was given some devastating news. “Madisen

Middle School boys are the worst, trust me, I’ve experienced both sides of it. I’ve been slammed into lockers and well, one time I threw a kid into a locker and I promise, it was totally justified. Anyway, things don’t get much better with freshman boys in high school, they’re just as insecure as they were in middle school (trust me, very insecure!!) except now there are guys three or four years older than them instead of one or two. By their sophomore and junior year, they’ve actually built up some

I hate planes, I always have. Ever since I was little I had a fear of ever doing an one of those unsafe pieces of metal flying through the sky. I made a promise to myself that I would never go on a plane, and I never thought that I would ever break that promise. I never like just giving up on something, like a promise. But, I really should have kept that promise. Because, if I did keep the promise to myself, I wouldn’t hear the screaming. I wouldn’t see all the crying. I wouldn’t have been

When I was in 6th grade I had gotten kicked out of boarding school. It was the worst thing that ever happen to me in my whole life it changed my whole life around. In boarding school everything was done for you. You had a schedule for everything you did everything at a cetain time. Also at boarding school it was like a family a bunch of brothers and sisters you grow up with I knew my classmates better than i knew my own sisters. When I got kicked out I was devastated because I knew I was going to

It was an aching solitude. I sat in silence, ensnared within my chaotic mind while everyone’s elated voices stretched across the classroom like a contagious disease but my immunity was too study to catch a speck of it. I was never a big fan of change, especially ones that strike you without any warning. The transition from elementary to junior high wasn’t the challenging part for me, it was the fact that I felt alone. It never occurred to me that everything was temporary, even friendships.

only on the level that immature friendships can. We had similar tastes in cars, brands, music, classes and an almost identical sense of humor. We weren’t as close as we could have been, but I thought we were doing alright. And then in the summer of eighth grade, leading into our freshman year, the lies started. It was always common knowledge that, while we shared a common friend group, we also had other friends that we enjoyed talking to. It was never a problem to him and it wasn’t an issue with me

7th grade was not my year. The workload was more than I was used to, my teachers were bad, and I was overloaded with stress. But by far the worst part of 7th grade was my Texas History teacher, a man called Dr. Davis. Now, maybe it was my attitude towards the class (I’m not fond of Texas History), but I definitely think that even the most extreme pessimism could not have made me detest the class as I did. On my first day of school, young naive me made the fatal choice to to volunteer to pass

because there’s not enough space to squeeze me in, I’ve decided to settle for an essay but not a traditional one. This is my story, My Truth, it’s what makes me the person I am today. So let’s get started. In the beginning or in my case the middle, eighth grade wasn’t for me. I just don’t wanna relive the way I felt. All through 8th grade I felt insecure, ugly, weird, and stupid in every aspect but I came in the first day of school like a brand new person. I thought I could “fake it till I made it”

Kindergarten It was a good day, I stood in front of the door so I could be picked up by my mom. There was a kid, James, he was much taller than me at the time, most people were taller than me, but I didn’t mind. James came down the hallway and was staring straight at me with a devilish look in his eyes and a smirk on his face. I was holding a couple of picture books that we had to bring that day, I really enjoyed reading them. He was approaching me, I didn’t think anything of it, all I was doing