The night of the 8th grade dance. It’s suppose to be one of the greatest times of an eighth grader's school year right? Nothing too bad could go wrong, besides stupid drama...right? Students dancing around, hanging out with their friends, and taking pictures in a photo booth sound great!... well maybe not quite…
My personal narrative Wow quitting dance was like leaving my family. But sometimes it won't hurt to try to try something new or having spare time on my hands. So I started dance when I was four. It was so hard to concentrate or even pay attention because of all the things going through my head.
One Winter morning, when I was off of work and spending time with the family by decorating the house for Christmas. My two daughters, Elizabeth who is fifteen and Maria who is ten felt that the Winter season was full of life and glamour. My wife Donna was making cookies with the whole chocolate scent filling the whole house. Elizabeth went outside in our shed to get out Christmas lights. Elizabeth asked me, “Dad, did you always help out with the lights?”
As I look at this picture, it makes me think about the time I took responsibility for my little cousins. This picture was taken the day I took cousins to Chuck E Cheeses for the first time. My family lives in Oregon, but my extended family lives in California, all around the Bay Area that’s where my family is from there too. While I like Oregon, I try to find any excuse to visit California. So two years ago during spring break, my sister and I decided to go to California.
When a person or multiple people read go through my notebooks when I turn my back also cause me to be exceedingly distrusting, and I practically never let my supplies out of my sight just so other people can’t dig through them, although I became aware that this happened more in Elementary school than Junior High, but I am still anxious about others sifting through my sketchbook.
Have you ever had a bad holiday? This last Thanksgiving wasn’t the best holiday I’ve encountered. The vacation was four days long and it was fun, but the Thanksgiving meal wasn’t satisfying. We left Wednesday around 9:00 a.m. and got to Watertown, Wisconsin somewhere between 3:00 p.m. and 4:00 p.m. The trip was better than what it usually is, we made good timing, I kept myself occupied, took a nap, and ate a good lunch.
My middle school experience has been filled with many ups and down. In fact, one could even say that my middle school experience has been pretty mediocre. I dealt with stress and made stupendous memories throughout my years here, but while being in the middle school I have truly discovered who I really am. Middle school can be a challenging place at times, but I have really discovered myself and morals that are important to me. In sixth grade, I was dealing with the transition of being a new middle school student.
We woke up before dawn to saddle horses. We walked down below to go bring the horses up. We caught and saddled them one by one. We saddle 17 horses like nothing, in a record time. The sun is all the way up and the horses stand in a line waiting on a rider.
As a young aspiring musician in middle school, I wanted to start a band desperately. Instead, I was known as Emerson Middle School 's’ music freak. I posted flyers in businesses around my hometown and online ads. I wanted to be like Amy Lee from Evanescence terribly, but my taste in music was different than most people. When my fellow classmates heard about my compositions and ideas, they thought it was a joke.
I step out of my Dad’s blue shiny Honda van as he says “good luck on your first day”. I force up a weak smile as I close the door and it made a whoosh noise as it closes. I look at the entrance for a good five minutes. I take a deep breath and slowly as a turtle, a zombie and snails. I thought to myself, a zombie and a snails.