My 8th Grade Class
I was in shock when I walked through the doors of my 8th grade class. I was
really upset because I was separated from my close friends, Samelia, Da’Shawn, and
Sharde. Instead I was in a class with Valeria, Vicky, and Viktorya. They were the
nicest people in world, but I had nothing in common with them. Valeria was…unique.
Vicky, well I never had anything to say to her but we had the most interesting
conversations on the computer. Then Viktorya, we actually because kind of close. But
besides Val, Vicky, and Viktorya, I didn’t know anyone when I walked through the
door.
All four of us took a table close to a cabinet. I looked around and saw a few
fimilar faces, but I never saw anyone else before in my life. “Everyone, hello I am
Mrs. Konnell I am your advisory teacher this year,” a short, well dresses, red haired women said. She looked as if she were in her 40’s. She looks familiar, I mumbled to myself. I remembered bumping into her in the 7th grade. “You are about to take the hardest test of your life.” My heart was beating fast. A huge heat wave came over me. I got so nervous I didn’t know what to do. “Everyone pull out a piece of paper and title it ‘Teacher’” she said. So I did as I was told. T-E-C-H-E-R is what I put on my paper. Oh snap, I said to myself. I forgot the 'A'. I squeezed the 'A' in there and waited for father directions. "Number one, what's my first name? Number two, exactly how tall am I? Number three, where do I live?" All the questions were about her! Nothing to worry about, I said to myself.
The test was over. " I told you it will be the hardest test of your life,"
she said. Everyone smiled and giggled. "How many of you have been you Baldi all three years?" Everyone raised their hand including me. I thought to myself, "How was
everyone here all three years? I never remember seeing them. "I was so confused. I
didn't know how the year was going to go, or what to expect. I befriended almost
everyone in the class. The year went by as fast as I can read this sentence. I
couldn't believe it, 811 was the nicest, friendliest, smartest, most encouraging
class ever. It was the best class I’ve been in out of all my three years. I would
never forget my class, Viktorya, Vicky, Valeria, Hanna, Albora, Jamion, Michael,
Michael, Michael, Roxy, Christina, Jessica, Larissa, Ryan, Vlad, Claire, Maria,
Roman, Brandon, Kayla, Michelle, Jefin, Diana, Shoan, Allison, John, Mark, Ruvim, and Danielle ; section 811 class of '07.
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3 comments:
1. It tells your reactions to first stepping foot in your eightht grade class.
2. I was in shock when I walked through the doors of my 8th grade class, and The year went by as fast as I can read this sentence.
a short, well dresses, red haired women, and a short, well dresses, red haired women.
3. Squeezed, mumbled and gigled.
4. It was kind of boring because there were too many names to read and the reader does not care about hearing every person in your class.
5. My favorite part of the story was when she was telling about when you was telling about when she was nervous because I can relate to it.
6. You just need add the couple words that are missing and take those names out of the ending.
By:Jose
4= Strongly
3= Mostly
2= Somewhat
1= Rarely
The opening of your narrative grabs the reader’s attention, draws him or her into the story, and does so in an inventive way. 2
The details that you use throughout your narrative are specific, vivid, and appeal to the senses. 2
The ending effectively wraps up your narrative and has elements of one of the following: surprise, humor, sadness, wonder, anger, frustration, horror, etc. 1
The narrative is representative of the culmination of skills you learned with respect to writing narrative. 2
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+5= No grammar, punctuation, or spelling errors;
0= Five errors
-5= Ten or more errors
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