Elementary School Narrative

I attended Heritage Middle School in East Cleveland. There were kids coming from everywhere: Superior Elementary, Caledonia Elementary, Chambers Elementary and Mayfair Elementary. I had came from Mayfair Elementary school. Middle school was definitely different from elementary school, there was a lot to get used to. The first day of school is always nervous to me, before I get to my class I’m wondering will I have the some of the people I had in elementary school. I was a little relieved to see some other the people I knew in my class. But the other faces I wasn’t familiar with . Switching class was hard to do at first do as time went on it got easy. Having more than one teacher was a huge adjustment for me because just two months before

I remember the first day of Kindergarden very clearly; I walked into a facility covered with white walls, white tiling, and white children, but I looked a little different from the other children. I was the only Chinese American male in a predominantly white schooling created me to become an easy target for other children. Persecution, stereotypes, and identity was placed on me each day, and I resorted to my parents for comfort. I would cry into my mother’s arm and ask her “how do I make my eyes bigger?” or “Can you just buy me some blue eyes?”. My mother would cry along with me, but it wasn’t until after multiple attempts of begging that I understood the burden and pain I was putting on her heart, and I stopped asking. Each day when I was asked how my day went, I would lie and tell her how “amazing” it was, but I was truly hurting inside. This started my

Since Elementary School I’ve changed a lot since I came to Middle School. I have a lot more friends that I had back at Elementary School. It’s a lot more fun here too than Elementary School.

My first day in middle school didn’t seem that much different than elementary school only thing that was different was that we switched classes but we had our teachers telling us where to go for our next classes so it wasn’t hard. On like the third day of middle school I was very confused because we had all the big 7th and 8th graders there and the teachers weren’t helping us and telling bus where to go anymore so I would be late to class and my teachers would be mad. It was hard for me to transition to having several teachers instead of one because all of my teachers were very different we had some teachers that were cool and then we had some strict teachers. The work didn’t get much harder math did but not any other subjects, math was very difficult

On the first day of the second year of fifth grade. It was horrible everyone new people from when they were in fourth grade . I felt all alone in a corner. I knew no one ,then the teacher comes up . She said " Hi I will be your teacher this year". I said " Hi I will be one of your students this year".

I’m going to start by saying we have some very good educators at Durant Public School that, make sure we are well prepared for college. Here at Durant Public School have been wonderful, exciteful, and delightful, I completed ninth, tenth, and eleventh grade here at Durant Public School. I’m currently attending the twelfth grade. Now I’m about giving you a brief summary of my experience at Durant Public School.

It's the last day of 5th grade. Today we’ll find out who our new teacher would be next year, and then it happened! Our teacher handed out our report cards and supply list and right on the bottom in big, bold letters, said the name. It was our 6th grade teacher, Mr. Persampire.

Small group classrooms: Nursery, Preschool & Gr.1-2: Ground Floor, Gr.3-6: Second Floor-Please pick up your child at her/his classroom by 11:35am

Elementary school was predominately moving around a lot and only really being there for a year or two.

In Elementary School I went to an after school program at Live Oak Park. One day in the spring I saw a man unicycling around the basket ball courts at the far end of the park, I watched him for awhile until my dad came to pick me up and saw. My dad decided that it would be a good idea to go up and talk to him but since I was a nine year old I of course fiercely objected until my dad walked up to the man with me hiding several feet behind him. Withering in a state of embarrassment and shame I stood awkwardly behind as my dad had a conversation that for the life of me I can’t recall but the result of it I do. The man I referenced was most likely a middle schooler but nine year old me couldn’t tell the difference between an eleven year old and

Morris Brandon Elementary School feeder to Sutton Middle School. My middle school years were not as successful as my elementary years. I struggled academically due to the financial hardship my family endured. My father was a successful business owner and my mother was a stay home mom; however, the family business collapsed due to tax problems with the IRS (internal revenue). Unfortunately, we lost our home and had to move with a family member. My father did not move with us, which the family no longer lived together. This had a major effect on my middle school years. The sudden lack of stability and continuity brought about academic and behavioral problems.

Wide eyed, wobbly kneed sixth grader slowly walked through the large middle school hallway crowded with kids, and searched for friends from fifth grade. Slowly took a step forward down the hallway that seems to go on forever, and looked around for her locker. She inhaled slowly and took a step down the distant hallway. Kids pushed, shoved, her slowly down the hallway. The sounds of her classmates loud voices overwhelmed her, this is nothing like elementary school she thought to herself. She looked slowly at the little numbers engraved into the dull lockers. The lockers seemed huge as they loomed over the little sixth grader, as she tried to remember where it was located. She finally spotted the locker she had been looking for, 387. She started

I was so excited my first day going to school and in the first grade

The only year in elementary school I enjoyed was fifth grade. This school year was full of encouragement and kindness from my teachers. Their constant motivation and kind words gave me the confidence to improve my grades in school and interact more with my classmates. After fifth grade, my entire class and I left our old school, and relocated to the middle school. This change was not the easiest for me either. While elementary school was a tame and controlled environment, middle school gave students more freedom and was less strict on students.

These were the dreadful words that my parents heard all the time which caused deep anger in them with me during my elementary school years. I never did my work mainly because I never payed attention when I should have been. There was even a point where my 7th grade teacher had to write down the homework in my agenda so my parents would see what I had to do, as if I were still a Kindergarten student.I got bullied during elementary school which is why I would focus more on what to wear, how to look, and who I would do homework for. Eighth grade got a little better in terms of my grades, my grades were the average student B’s and C’s. Mostly C’s. It was never anything major my parents would say “good job, i’m proud of you”, they saw it like if I still had the same horrendous grades as before. Even if I did better than usual I didn’t meet their A & B expectations. My parents as well as my other family members would sit me down for talks to get me to realize that I would not get any where if I continued down the path of distraction and failure.