Unfortunately, eighth grade did not continue the glorious moments. I was not doing very well, I was pretty miserable in some of my classes, and I had my least favorite person in two of my classes, whereas in both sixth and seventh grade he was only in two of my class for both years. The work overloaded me, and I let my severe problem of …show more content…
I was in an almost permanent bad mood, and I got made pretty easily. I couldn’t even imagine going through this for a full year. I wasn’t sure was going to happen to me, and the coasts were incredibly uncertain. As winter came rolling through, I was still carrying the scars of the terrible start, and I thought I was going to get kicked out of math for not maintaining a B. My parents were not only mad, but also very disappointed in my academic failing. To be honest, I did feel very suffocated, and felt that I had no options. I had dreams that seemed so real, so unfortunately real. They were mostly about the uncertainty of school and life after school. Even after I would wake up I would still think about the crippling fear of what is to come after school, and what I have to face for the next semester of school. The line “These nightmares always hang on past the dream!” would really stick with me, just like the