8th grade, the year where everyone knows what high school they are going and what they are going to do with their lives, while i’m sitting on the stairs starring at the floor listening to the teachers and students. I was to afraid to talk to anyone, I never participated in class and just barely pass any of my exams. From the beginning of first grade to 7th grade i always heard the same thing the teachers told my parents, ” your son is not getting good grades and can get held back”, but i always passed. I had no confidence in myself, that i would eventually not try anymore. A few more months left and i’m off to high school unless i decided not to go. Well that mindset only lasted for a few days, because i did want to go to high school i just didn’t know if i could through it. Its the 2nd semester and the principal is telling us whoever has low grades will go to Cleveland high school which is a place i knew for a fact i did not want to go. I went straight home that day grabbed every piece of crumbled notes and homework and just started studying.  Maybe this is my last opportunity, let me try one last time if i cant well that’s it, those teachers were right all along.