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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 the back of my mind, I always had the thought of dropping out. Yes, I know that is not a good idea, but if I am in the gutter, I would like an escape. My brother dropped out of highschool, and he was even almost done with school. He was a Junior, but he could not continue struggling in his classes. My parents did not like that whatsoever! After he dropped out, my parents immediately told me, “Don’t you dare drop out of highschool.

You have so much talent, and we don’t want you to give up on it or life. ” They want me to graduate and fulfill my dream to become an artist, or even a photographer. Although, I always wanted to be a YouTuber, too. Today is the day I start highschool, and I don’t think I’ll be able to go through with it. Maybe it is ok to be a highschool dropout. Maybe I can just get a job like my brother, and save up for my own place. Walking into the school gave me a shiver down my spin, and turned my stomach inside out. Everyone was so much taller than me that they looked like giants.

Sami was running late to school, so I am all alone, unless I find one of my middle school friends. I walked around the school looking for my classes, and let me tell you, this place is enormous. You could get easily lost in here because how big it is; It felt like I was in a college university, not a high school, but that is probably because I am so used to the size of my middle school. I was so anxious to already call my dad and say, “I cannot do this, I want out”, but knowing my dad he would yell at me like there was no tomorrow if I told him that.

I am not taking that risk right now, I will wait till later on. Few months passed on, and there was a month of school left until we were out for summer break. I was having so much trouble in all my classes especially math. Math is mental abuse, not really; I just hate it. After being in my art class, I noticed a lot of people are a lot better than me and make my art look like trash. That definitely brought my confidence down. I’ve thought about giving up art after seeing everyone’s amazing artwork. Even my best friend Jesus was better than me.

Don’t get me started on photography either. I’ve seen some of the students’ work displayed on the art wall, and I am starstruck. I wish I could take amazing underwater and nature photos. All this work from others got me rethinking things, like giving up on it because I will never be that good. In the morning, I sat in my father’s truck waiting for him to come and drop me off at school. 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 disappointment. I kept my head down until we got to the school. He drove up and waited for me to get out out the truck, but he noticed I had many thoughts running through my head. “Emilee,” as he places his hand on my shoulder, “Please rethink about this because I don’t want you to give on your dreams and your talent. You’re unique and no one can replace you or your talent. Life is so much more than just giving up.

Giving up on school won’t solve anything either, you have to get the high school diploma. I nodded my head and got out of the truck. I waved goodbye and walked to my first period which was art. I got into art and got ready for the class to start. I rethought about what my father had said to me over and over again. I did not even realize I was doodling either. Looking down at my paper of doodles, I began thinking about my future more clearly. I’ve been wanting to reject my talent just because I was not as good as other students, but like my father said, no one is the same as you and your unique.

For the whole class, I sat there with a smile on my face and put up all my stuff in my backpack. It was finally the end of the day and I ran to the truck. I hopped in with the biggest smile, I sort of scared him. “So, does that mean you’ve thought about it? ” he asked started the truck. I grabbed his arm and tightly squeezed. “I’ve been thinking a lot, and I don’t want to give up. You may never know what could happen in the future! I could be a professional photographer, cartoon artist, tattoo artist, or even an animator!

I don’t want to give up on what I was born to do. I want to be happy. ” I said releasing the squeeze from his arm. He gave me the biggest smile I haven’t seen a while, “I’m so proud of you. I never want you to just give up so easily because many amazing opportunities will slip away through your arms. ” I sat back and gave a bright cheesy smile. “I’ll become famous one day. ” My father laugh and turned the music up on our favorite song by Bruno Mars. “Most definitely one day, and I’ll be the proud parent saying that’s my daughter. ”

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