8th grade came around and I was actually excited to go back to the U.S and see my friends. Little did I know one more person would join our growing friend group. A boy from Ghana. He had the opportunity to come on a full scholarship. Interestingly enough, he new my Ghanaian family because my uncle was the president at the time. Junior Gideon Adu Atta Gyamfi was his name. He had the typical four names of a person from Accra so I knew what culture he was accustomed too. That being said, I was worried about him adapting to the foreign culture of the U.S. Knowing how barbaric the school was and I didn't want to see him torn apart by ignorant kids. So I made sure we my friends and I looked after him. Nothing significant happened in eighth grade
