Capstone Narrative Research Paper

Capstone Narrative

You’re sitting in a open field, the gentle breeze is blowing swiftly, the yellow sun beams are embracing the earth, the flowers are blooming in all varying hues of the beautiful rainbow; the eternal feeling of bliss is overwhelming and it feels like time has stopped. Who wouldn’t want to be here? But what if that breeze was suddenly replaced by strong, loud winds, clouds started to cover the once-sunny sky, the flowers around you started to shrivel and die: everything changed. A sense of vulnerability would wash over, leaving you feeling isolated, or even dreadful. You would want to leave, wouldn’t you? This is how I felt in the beginning of my eighth grade year, but ultimately, I found my way back to that open field.

Eighth grade was the year where I wanted to finally create a better work-ethic for myself. Even though I had the purest of intents, everything did not go as planned. Of course, a drastic change such as the one I wished to achieve wouldn’t happen overnight, but I had to start somewhere. In the beginning of the year, I would try my best to get a head start on projects whilst putting forth my best effort. I had already started to have a more positive outlook on the year than I ever have before. New opportunities would arise and, for once, I would be able to take them. Along with this, I started to stay true to myself and delve more into my newly formed interests. In the beginning of seventh grade, I had discovered a new passion and eighth grade was the year I finally decided to take some action. Sixth grade me would have never stepped anywhere near a stage, but eighth grade me jumped at every opportunity to help out our theatre department. Having signed up for theatre classes, I was very anxious, but that didn’t stop me from establishing my own confidence to put myself out there. I am most grateful for this change because I have made so many new friends and have shared wonderful experiences with all of them that I will cherish forever. Of course, some friends came and went, but those few who have stuck with me through everything mean the world to me. I still have friends from sixth grade, and I have friends that I made just this year, but they all deeply care for me. I wouldn’t be who I am today without them, as cliche as it sounds. Even though my friend groups may change, all of them have changed me for the