Yearbook Narrative

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Skipped-Hani Razavi Yearbooks are quite melancholy when you think about it hard enough. They are the mausoleums of our youth, where we lay to rest the memories of the years past. Your titles from that year are gone. You are no longer captain of the football team, no matter how many times you keep telling yourself you are. Those friends you thought that would stay with you forever are now long gone into the abyss of the real world. I look back at my yearbooks and there is a hole, a huge gaping hole. This hole is really only apparent to me at this point and and probably my transcript. In 2010, I was asked if I would like to skip the 8th grade and I said yes. Skipping a grade was unheard of in the small town of Daleville Alabama. No…show more content…
Throughout my school days, I was asked to leave my classes in order to be tested. The tests varied from eye exams to IQ tests. I had interviews with the Head of Daleville Education Department. The interviews went well. She would ask questions like “Do you think you will fit in?” or “How do you think this will effect your grades?” These questions did not phase me at all. I was the proverbial cool cucumber when it came to those type of questions. But the question the got to me, the one that really broke my skin, was a simple question. It was like all the other questions that were dished onto my plate, but truly just hit me on an emotional level. “What will your friends think about you?” That factor never occurred to me. I would be entering this playing field alone; I had never really been alone before. That question was a sucker punch and like most people who get sucker punched, I ran following the hit. I left my interview with tears rolling down my cheek and just broken inside. By skipping a grade I would be leaving those who shared all my memories that I had of school life. These were my friends. My family even. I loved these people more than myself and I would just walking away from them. What I needed in that point in my life was some guidance. Some wise words that would push me forward and lead me to the right decision. And I got them. My deus ex machina came from the most unlikely possible source ever imaginable. Nike's

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