Eighth Doctor

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

For a long time, one thing had always been the same: my love for English. It had always been a flame burning within me, something that could never be completely distinguished. I’ve had my share of both good and bad English teachers, from both I have gained important To my seventh grade English teacher: Thank you. At the time, I despised all the activities you made my class do. I despised the months we spent going over commas. I despised the books we were forced to read. Little did I know how many

progress report arrived, which showed all "A's" and "B's". Branson Reeve's teachers recommended that he takes advanced math and science his eighth grade year. In addition, his art teacher also commented that he has a knack for creativity. He has shown to be effective at managing his time and worked well independently. He is on track and prepared to be an eighth grader. Branson Reeve and his friends had been compiling multiple plans and ideas for their summer. However, they quickly ran out of those

It came in waves. It started when I was 14 years old, in my 8th grade year. While I have no idea what triggered this, I do know that it was a six-year long slope of mental health degradation pushing me to my breaking point, depriving me of sleep, energy, and my own identity. Unfortunately for me, my family has always been skeptical and critical of mental health issues. My parents always taught me that mental health is a scam and those who claim to have an issue are simply weak. So, it may not be

Adolescent Years I got involved in my church’s youth group (7th grade) and a program in school ( 8th grade) called Cities in School (CIS). Wong, Hall, Justice, and Herndez (2015) explain in this stage of Erikson’s theory adolescents finding their identity consequently encouraging and adverse outcomes may promote either, faithfulness and loyalty or entice rejection mannerism. The youth program at my church was a great outlet for me along with feeling safe and guarded by Jesus. Blair, McFarlane

Education is the foundation that our entire society is built on. Without education, society could not grow and prosper. Without education, we wouldn't have things like electricity, plumbing, or any other common amenities that is present in our society today. Education is important to not only the children receiving it, but to their parents and members of the community as a whole. Education is offered to many in U.S. thanks to public education, and laws that say children must be in school until they