Personal Narrative: My 8th Grade

Starting my 6th-grade year of middle school my dad often said, “I have no clue how to do this problem, sorry but your on your own son.” My family was unfamiliar with the rigorous courses I were taking so I was left to my own devices. This sense of independence is something that has become a part of who I am as a person and is a skill I have developed over time. This fundamental value of independence is something that has shaped my success over the years as well as played a role in Coolidge’s successes in his path towards and during presidency.

Life is a roller coaster it has many ups and downs. My 8th grade year was going down like the dropping point on a roller coaster, I was missing school, because my stomach kept getting sick from the food I was eating, which the doctors are calling ‘IBS’. By missing school it made me miss lessons, and assignments. I wouldn't fully understand the assignments so when I turned them in I didn’t get good grades.Instead of getting A’s, I started getting C’s.Those got me in trouble.And to make things worse, before school, one morning I woke up with bad lower back pain, pain in my shoulders, and in my neck.My mom took me to the chiropractor to fix it, it helped my shoulders and neck, but it irritated my back making the pain worse.This and my stomach

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 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.

So this is where my story takes off. It was just a normal fall day in November of 2011. I woke up ate cereal and said bye to my dad not knowing I would never see him again. I rode my bike to school with Zack. He wasn’t just any friend, he was my best friend we hung out every day we did everything together. Back to what I was saying it was just a regular day going to school at the end of the day my principle called my teacher and said that I was too come to the

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.

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

I got here at sixth grade late so seventh grade was a full year of Rudyard for me.Almost all my friends were bad influence they would smoke and go do bad things. I was starting to be apart of that group. My main friends in 7th and 9th grade were Eric, Jarrod, and Josh we used to play Xbox all the time I usually never left my house. I was a really cocky student I would never do any work I had all zeros and I used to go to etc all the time. So I wasn’t a very liked student. I dated sam in the eighth grade and I only texted her cause I was too busy playing video games with my friends. Long story short I broke up with her in a text.

It was my first time ever going to the principal’s office. I never broke any rules, and this was suppose to be fun. This was never suppose to end like this. It was late in the day, almost summer, I was a 5th grader at Eader Elementary School when I made my big mistake.

In the ninth grade, I took a double-blocked honors geography class, and in my first semester I received a B. If I am to be completely honest, I struggle greatly with mathematics. The abundance of theorems, formulas, and steps really confuse me. In my first semester of ninth grade year we worked on geometrical proofs for a good amount of the time and I never was able to grasp the concept and procedures that were needed to understand them. That semester I fell behind on homework, tests, and studying because of how frustrated I was at the fact that I did not understand the process. Halfway through the semester, I stayed up all night for a test, and did not put my book down until I understood every single thing in the chapter. I gave myself countless

It’s all started when I was in middle school, the 8th grade year, that was when my life changed into the greatest thing that happened, to the worst life ever. Before I tell you about 8th grade I’m going tell you about 6th and 7th grade. So my 6th grade year was alright because I had friend in school that already went there from elementary school. I also made new friends along the way and I become noticeable as the year went by. I was funny to every teacher that was cool, chill, and laid back also just enjoy life. My favorite classes was my 1st, 5th, 7th, 8th, period the whole 6th grade year. My two best friends I had were Jernard Burkes, and this other kid’s names I can’t remember. What bad about my 6th grade year was female that bully

On a Thursday afternoon ,my friends and I were supposed to meet up at one of my friend’s house. Little did I know that I would have to make a decision that would put my parents trust at risk. Once I got to my friend's house, I saw two of my friends standing outside and they were holding a poster with roses. There I was, standing in front of my friends looking at a question on the poster .

Woke up, got out of bed enthusiastically knowing it was Friday, and wanting my weekend to start as soon as possible. In school I met up with my friends “Hey, Luis wanna go to a party tonight?” … “I’m not sure my mom would let me, but I’ll try” I said. At the end of the day I headed home, hoping my mom would let me go to the party. I thought of bribing her in order to persuade her in letting me go. Maybe sneaking out at night if she didn’t let. But knowing how much she trusted me I knew she would approve.

On a Thursday afternoon ,my friends and I were supposed to meet up at one of my friend’s house. Little did I know that I would have to make a decision that would put my parents trust at risk. Once I got to my friend's house, I saw two of my friends standing outside and they were holding a poster with roses. There I was, standing in front of my friends looking at a question on the poster .