8th Grade Narrative

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.

It felt weird sitting at a different school.. I did meet some of my old friends from last year, like Zander Jackson, but he was on the “red team.” It was also a bit weird to find out that Mrs. Smith was actually my neighbor!

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.

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.

I remember walking into Cedar Ridge for the first time, seeing new faces, new halls, but also seeing many opportunities and new things awaiting me. All of the welcoming teachers, principles, and staff stood door to door smiling and guided us in the right direction as we walked in circles trying to find our first English class. I was a cheerleader on the junior varsity squad, every girls “perfect” dream to starting high school.

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".

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

The three years at Duncanville Middle School were full of memories I will cherish forever. The teachers, May Day, Cheerleading, going to all the sporting events, being elected Vice President of the school, homecoming, and more, all made my experience at Duncanville the best ever. Out of everything I remember, the most memorable moment was winning the beauty walk in 6th grade.

Freshman year, I imagined that year to be amazing. I wanted it to just have an awesome flow but did it? It did in the beginning then a bomb went off during the middle of the year and turned freshman year into a complete disaster. Freshman year was supposed to be about having a great start to the rest of your high school life before you enter the big bad world but other students just couldn't help themselves but to create that bomb during the middle of my freshman year.

Middle school is full of good and bad memories. After being here for four years you develop all sorts of memories that you may not even want to remember. There is one memory from my eighth grade year that I will never forget. Being a water girl for the middle school football team was one of the most exciting extra curricular activities I did.

Middle school was very fun though and it matured me a lot for high school I also learned a lot of things in middle school that have helped me in highschool I also still have some of my middle schools teachers now like Ms.Bowen that was my favorite teacher in middle school she was very cool. But that’s how my middle school years

I just can’t believe there is only few more days of high school left. As the days are getting closer and closer, it's getting sad. I still remember the day I stepped into Maine East High School as a Freshman, at that time, all I wished for was to graduate from this school with good grades. High school was not the way I imagined, it is way different from what I thought and definitely different from Middle School. Freshman year was the “exploring/adventure” year, finding where each classes were, what activities/clubs were offered at this school and many more. Freshman year went quickly and then Sophomore year came up. Sophomore year was probably the least stressful year in high school but from Sophomore year my family and friends started asking me the scariest question “What are you doing after high school, which career?

After paragraph: I have a soccer game, It is the afternoon,”watch out!” I yell The other team is almost at our goal! The kid is huge! He is an 8th grader I think named andrew. Woah he missed! People always say “there is no I in team.” but in my team there is an I in team! My teammates never pass to me. I do not know if it is because they think I am not good enough, or if it is because I am the only 7th grade boy on my team.About 6/12 of the kids in my team are 9th graders. Those 6 that are in 9th grade are all the other boys on my team. All the girls are 7th graders. We usually are short of players cause some play travel league soccer. None of the boys pass to each anyone and the girls pass to everyone. We usually win but this team is amazing

I have many fond memories during my middle school experience. I loved all of the sports and organizations I was a part of through my journey in the middle school. I made new friends when I joined all of the sports and organizations. Being a part of organizations made me more responsible, have better time management, and have new friends. I am involved in basketball, softball, student council, and Remembering Adam.

I remember my freshman year in high school, everything seemed so foreign to me. I remember how different the classes were from the year before and how much more mature I felt just stepping foot in this school. I remember looking up to all of the upperclassmen and thinking about how they literally could probably squish me like a bug.