Preparing For Eighth Grade
The hot and humid summer was unwinding with long lazy days aimlessly rushing towards a new year, and a new school. The hope for a better tomorrow was growing in my heart, and still I did not predict more gloom and doom. Practically speaking I should have given up hope for a better tomorrow in this land of the free. Realistically speaking, every positive anticipation, from the day of arrival in the portals of the new world was shattered quickly and efficiently, but my heart kept yearning in... Sign in to see full entry.