8th Grade Experience Analysis

It was the season of school applications. The time of where students are eager to apply to their next school and dream about the future that will unfold for them. There I was a sitting in a class filled with life, listening to the ongoing conversations about the “last” school year. Students engaging in an enthusiastic conversation about their dream school. Some deciding to leave the performing art to pursue the academic programs, others leaving the academic programs to pursue performing art. Listening to these conversations it seems like everyone had in mind of what they wanted, and they were confident about it. Me? I was nervous. Looking at the incomplete form of high school applications, my confidence sank as I knew I did not have the requirements,

Plus, the schools were extremely far from where I lived. This nerve-wrecking 8th grade experience has changed me as I was going through multiple changes to help figure myself out. Ever since then, I’ve experimented with my potentials, and the story begins.

I was an edgy, angst teenager in middle school. I was going through “MySpace is still cool guys!” phase. I attended a performing arts school where everyone was artistic in their own ways and tried different styles. I didn't know anyone from the beginning, but luckily, I've met a couple of friendly people since then. This was towards the 8th grade where I was trying to discover who I am. I had uneven purple, or pink, or rusty red (Who knows, I thought I was a professional hair colorist!), hair and an uneven life. To say the least, it was patchy from one end and bitter from the other. Sometimes I would joke around how my damaged hair resembled my eighth grade experience. My tips resembled my grades and attitude, split and dry. I would call them divorce ends. During that specific year, everything was already going downhill. Coming from a family that has never gone beyond grade school and moving to the United States for the “American Dream”, we