5th Grade-Personal Narrative

I won and she gave me candy! I could tell that I was going to get a lot of candy from her. My next class was Mrs. Lang, Math. Right from the top I knew I was going to like her. She was optimistic and seemed to always be happy. Math was my favorite subject and I could tell second hour was going to be enjoyable. Reading was my next hour. It was with Mrs. Burnett. I had her for two hours, once for reading, and once for english and I was really hoping she’d be fun! She was! Her way of teaching was exactly what I liked and she was super thoughtful. Next was fourth hour, band. Band is not my favorite but it’s fun! After that I had lunch. When I got in there I could smell the scrumptions smell of fresh baked cookies running through my nose. Like I said Mrs. Burnett has me for fifth and third hour. Mrs. Burnett was superb! I was looking forward to sixth hour all day. Physical Education! The first thing we did was warmed up. As I ran past people, feeling like a bird who finally got its wings back. The music finally stopped and we sat. After that we played a game. Then I was off

The sun was beating down on me as I apprehensively stepped up to the big box that held the folder with my fourth grade teacher’s name pasted onto the front. Helpers were asking my name, but my mind was on the awful rumors about Mrs. Glassic. A hand was reaching down into the box, shuffling through the folders when abruptly, it came to a halt. It felt like years, but eventually, the manila envelope arrived in my hands, labeled “Mrs. Glassic”. As my stomach dropped I thought back to a week before, when I heard awful rumors about the meanest, strictest teacher at Green Valley, Mrs. Glassic. On the first day of school I was apathetic and not looking forward to the school year. Quickly, I found myself growing closer and closer to Mrs. Glassic, the patient and encouraging teacher that is determined to find what’s best for her students. For those characteristics, I admire her.

I walked into the loud building so scared and nervous. I couldn't believe today was the day. The day i'm finally in middle school. That day was the day that I could officially call myself a Vista Verde Middle School student. When I walked into the building the bell had rung for us to proceed to class. On my I spotted one of my very good friends, Esmeralda. After I said hi to her I walked to my first period class which is room 403 and my teacher is Ms. Blasnek.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

It was second grade,I remember it like it was yesterday. The worst day of second grade. The day started out just fine with me eating breakfast,starting with oatmeal and a glass of milk. I rode the bus and my stomach started to rumble and I was feeling weird. It went away after a little while. When lunch rolled around things started to change.

Seventh grade started off well for me, as most school years did. There was the usual getting used to schedules, teachers, and so on, which always took effect, and then adjusting to who you’re in class with. Well, this and I began my third year of scouting, along with a few of my friends. This allowed us to go camping with each other often, and I enjoyed it very much. All of this held true until around December, so about ⅓ of the way through the school year. This was when my grandpa was sent into the hospital again from a heart problem that he had. When I say “again” I don’t mean that anything had happened too recently, but he did he stay there the previous January before seventh grade. At first, no one in my family worried, but quickly were doubting our initial thoughts. The reason he had relapsed from his previous recovery of the heart condition is because he had taken pills that doctors had told him he would have to take for the rest of his life. This was problematic to him because he had never taken pills for a prolonged period of time before, so after roughly ten months he stopped taking them. He thought he could, even though it went against the doctor's orders, just

As class continued we had little work to do. No matter what I did, I couldn't couldn't muster up the courage to ask him about it. Finally, after debating whether or not to ask him, I decided to ask him. When the five minute bell rang, I went up to him and asked, "What elementary or elementary' did you go to?" "Oh I've been to Cedar Brook, P-" "I went to Cedar Brook too," I said excitedly, as a his face filed with realization. "Nathaly," he practically yelled, while booped my nose. That's when I thought, "I was worried for

One thing I will never forget is my fifth grade year, it was one of my best moments. My class made ROVs, had a real life job, owned fake money and owned our own stores. The fifth grade really was the opposite of ennui and had new things right around the corner. 5th grade was by far the best school year of my life. And it all started with ROVs.

All day, teachers had been acting weird. I caught on halfway through first hour, for we didn't even take the data point that was scheduled for today. The data point counted for half of my grade, and I actually studied for it. That was not the Mr. Grewert I knew.

Sixth grade the first year of middle school. Some think it will be really hard and some think it will be a piece of cake. For me the first few days are going pretty good. I’ve got all my classes down. There are no mean teachers. Plus, the homework is extremely easy and there is not a lot.

Well in seventh grade was a little hectic for me but I got through it. Emily hadn't moved yet. I mostly hung out with Mikayla, Emily, and who ever stood by the library. I didn't really get the hang out high school til around ninth grade. I don't really even remember most of my classes before ninth grade. I remember sitting by the library in any weather unless the teachers made us go inside the building. Our whole group stood there, there was some I hadn't really talked to yet but I soon became friends with everyone over there. Most of the people I met when I first came to Junior high are now graduated. Ninth grade started Emily had moved. I still hung out with Mikayla though. Then my brother introduced me to this girl named Brianna we hung

As a young adolescent the smell of a delicious home-cooked breakfast would be the reason for me to get out of bed on a sunday morning. My father would knock on my door and command me to eat breakfast and prepare myself or else we would run late to our church service. As we hurried to church, due to my lackadaisical attitude, I was often forced to sit in the first row to the stage. This was always embarrassing because as a child I was reserved, and I dreaded walking in front of everyone. As the hour long church services took place, I would find myself languishing away only to be alerted by the soft glares of my dad.

I’ve made it through 6th and 7th grade! Now it is time for 8th grade, the last year of middle school! Next year is High School! I am not that ready to start High School but I am pretty excited, however I am really sad that I am leaving Gulf Coast Academy. High School is going to start a whole new chapter in my life…

Seventh grade sucked. Back when I was in the Junior High, I had to move schools from sixth to seventh grade. I started sixth grade in a private school, but near the end my parents decided it was to time to go to a public school. I entered the Junior high for my seventh grade, which is where my story begins. It was the first day of seventh grade and I was very nervous. For one thing, rumours of excessive bullying and harassment plagued the school according to those who went to my old private school. I was ready for anything. I had received all of my materials including notebooks, binders, and pencils and I brought them in two nice plastic bags as I walked into the school where I would spend the next two years of my school life.

Elementary school is hard. Mrs. Valerie, my first grade teacher, gave us a math worksheet, and it was easy up until I got to the back side. There were four long word problems! What does she think this is: middle school? Only I said it in my head. If she heard that, I would have gone straight to the principal’s office. I started the first one. I read all the words swiftly until I got to a word that I had never seen before in my life. It was only four letters: A-L-S-O. It looked like a whole different language. “When you come across a word you do not know, sound it out,” my mom would always say to me. I started to sound it out. “A-L-O-S,” but it was wrong. “A-L-Y-S-A-W,” I tried again, but it was still wrong. I did this over and over again thinking I was never going to get it. At the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Valerie walking around. Oh no, she is going to think I cannot pronounce simple English words. I pretended like I was hard at work on another problem until she walked past me. Now I just had to figure out what the word meant before she came around again. I tried everything that I could possibly think of. I tried to sound out each letter, and I