Personal Narrative Analysis

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Once in the sixth grade the year was coming to an end and all the top people that did good in english and literature were getting letters so get into spanish for seventh and eighth grade and i waited and waited and never got an invite to be put into that class. I was so frustrated and confused because I didn't understand why i dint get into that class and i felt like the school thought i was stupid and could get into the class i was really angry and resented school for awhile because I knew my potential, and I worked hard my whole sixth grade year in all of my classes to get A’s which i did and still didn't get into Spanish. What I should have done instead of getting angry and resenting the school and thinking i was stupide was confront the

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