Personal Narrative: My 8th Grade
School was, and still is, not my favorite thing in the whole world. Going into highschool, I was not prepared at all. My sister, Sami, would tell me it is the worst thing ever, and how difficult it is. She’s a Junior this year, and I’m becoming, as they call it, “fresh meat”. I was not looking forward to these four years of my life. All the ignorant and immature 8th graders coming into a school filled with intelligent, matured high schoolers. I remember at the end of 8th grade, my friend Kristi-Ann and I were excited about how we were going to have a ton of friends and get boyfriends, sadly.
My heart was throbbing and felt like it was going to pop out of my test. It’s the last day of summer and tomorrow is when high school begins for me. In …show more content…
He grabs his coffee from the stand in the garage and heads into the car. I hesitate and breathe in, “Dad, I don’t want to do art, or photography anymore. I don’t want to do school.” My father’s mood and vibes changes quickly. He reaches to the volume for the radio and turns it down. “What do you mean you don’t want to? You can’t just give up on great talent.” I prickle my thumbs together and heart beats faster than like a rollercoaster. “It’s just-” I hesitated, “What’s the point in doing them? I’m not as good as everyone else. Other people have glamorous photos and breathtaking artwork, and then there’s me. The teacher barely pays attention to me because she’s worried about the better students. Plus school is just dumb and I can’t understand anything.” My father lets out a big exhale and stops at a red light.
“Emilee, listen to me, no matter what there’s always going to be someone who does something better than you. That does not mean you just give up on what you’re fighting for just because of it. You have ridiculously amazing talent both in art and photography, why waste it away? I gave up on becoming an artist, I don’t want you to go through the same thing because, trust me, I regretted it, and still do.” He placed his hand on the back of my head and stroked my hair. I did not want to look up at him because I know he’ll look at me in
My heart was throbbing and felt like it was going to pop out of my test. It’s the last day of summer and tomorrow is when high school begins for me. In …show more content…
He grabs his coffee from the stand in the garage and heads into the car. I hesitate and breathe in, “Dad, I don’t want to do art, or photography anymore. I don’t want to do school.” My father’s mood and vibes changes quickly. He reaches to the volume for the radio and turns it down. “What do you mean you don’t want to? You can’t just give up on great talent.” I prickle my thumbs together and heart beats faster than like a rollercoaster. “It’s just-” I hesitated, “What’s the point in doing them? I’m not as good as everyone else. Other people have glamorous photos and breathtaking artwork, and then there’s me. The teacher barely pays attention to me because she’s worried about the better students. Plus school is just dumb and I can’t understand anything.” My father lets out a big exhale and stops at a red light.
“Emilee, listen to me, no matter what there’s always going to be someone who does something better than you. That does not mean you just give up on what you’re fighting for just because of it. You have ridiculously amazing talent both in art and photography, why waste it away? I gave up on becoming an artist, I don’t want you to go through the same thing because, trust me, I regretted it, and still do.” He placed his hand on the back of my head and stroked my hair. I did not want to look up at him because I know he’ll look at me in