Personal Narrative Analysis

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I like to assume that the last few years of Elementary were rough for everyone. My 4th and 5th years were pretty substandard pertaining to the fact that I had been more “ferocious”. I had been academically OK because if I had not been then I would have been a “Duncan”. Nevertheless, back then I had been a more aggressive person because I would not stand for being insulted. I had magnanimous friends who always had my back no matter what. Various sets of people were jealous because I had better privileges like I could go to my Grandmother’s office for lunch and insignificant things like that. A substantial amount of them also thought that I did no work and that my grandmother, for the most part, put me through school ( Quite the opposite actually …show more content…

I had a coterie of 3 friends I had been with since kindergarten their names are Jabari, Theodore, and Castel. We always had entertainment and our fair share of brawls and I knew I could rely on them. I had a really rough and explosive temper back then I remember getting into three separate fights simply because I hungered for it and they attempted to tarnish my reputation. So when someone I had once considered a friend went off in my face I pretty much went berserk. Let me go back Yane and I had been friends when we were in Kindergarten, first, second, and third grade, but he failed the state test so he was left back and thus he and I drifted apart over the years. So when he forced his way into my space I was reluctant to even talk to him considering what a nice, toasty, brilliant day it was but he then went and said “You are the scum of the earth thinking that you can do whatever you want and nothing will happen to you because your Grandmother is the principle. I bet that she put you through school using her influence to change your grades,” stop. “ You are probably so unintelligent you don’t even understand what I’m sa-” I punched him and I did not stop. Then, I forgot where I was

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