Elementary School Of Middle School-Personal Narrative

Middle school. The scariest place imaginable, at least for me. It’s my first time in a public school, all my life I have gone to California School for the deaf. I don’t know what everyone is going to think about me, i’m so scared but my mom tells me it’ll be good for me to experience the “real world”. It’s only me and my mom, my dad died when I was 6, he was in the marines. But it’s my first day of school and i’m really freaking out. But at least I will have my friend Emma, she lives one house away from me and were best friends. She’s not deaf, so at first it was hard for us to become friends. But one day she looked up on the internet how to say “Hi i’m Emma, let’s be friends” in sign language, and now we’re inseparable.

“Stop being such a child!” A regular phrase that I heard when growing up through middle school. Whether they were kidding around or not, it really attacked me psychologically. As such, I was bullied for not being as mature as the other children around me. I really didn’t understand what the harm was with what I was doing. All that I simply did was continue to watch cartoons, draw, read comics, and other things that were apparently too kiddish to continue doing in middle school. It seemed in that time, people our age were pressured to act their age plus more. This left me alone most of the time, as I choose to do the opposite. I continued almost everything I did while I was in elementary school. Though the social knockback was tough, as being

Middle school for me wasn’t that fun because the teachers seem boring. The reason I found it boring because all of my classes from 6th-8th weren’t all fun because I couldn’t listen to music.Sure I had my friends but the assignments were boring or as exciting.The only time I was excited for something was my 7th grade field trip because it was a day without school, we to Medieval Times, we ate, watch a show and not do work for the whole day.I guess my 8th grade field trip but it was at the end of the school year.the last three days of

Where do I even begin I went through four years in the Middle School and now I am off to the High School for another four years. At first when u think about it and it is scary to think about going to High School but then at the same time it”s not even that bad. You're not that little kid anymore that’s in Middle School you are going to go to High School. You will always have those memories about your time her at the Middle School but now that we have hit a certain age it’s time to face reality and expect things from the high that we don’t get here at the Middle School. Now it’s time to talk about what’s most scary and most difficult at the High School.

Connie had written this very carefully as she wrote, ‘D moon was jumped over bye the cow’ She had 3 mistakes as they cost 10 points each. “You got a 70 on the test” Mr.Eli said as Connie and Mr.Eli walked to the math class. There she had to do a math problem, ‘1092 - 374 + 432’ She put 1128 as the answer, forgetting to regroup. She got 22 off from the real answer, so she got a 78. Then she had science, she had to spell 3 vocabulary words, which were photosynthesis, condensation, and evaporation. Connie tried really hard as she put, ‘Photosyntesis, condensation, and evapouration’ with 2 mistakes for 10 points each. That night, when she was studying her notebook, she saw a red note put by Mr.Eli. ‘To bring up your grades, you need to find something that you like.’ She already knew what she liked, it was cooking which she tried on summertime. But how could that bring up her grades? That was exactly what she wondered about when she studied. She even almost forgot about her report card! ( Grades, 70-Writing, 71-Reading, 73-Math, and 75-Science). The next day she took second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour until she realized something, she should look in her notebook to find how it helps. When she got to her notebook, Connie

Growing up, there are always those few girls in elementary, middle, and high school that are just cruel. They roam the halls picking on other people, making them feel bad because they have nothing better to do with their life. Middle school was when I first experienced the harsh and painful words of those mean girls. While in middle school their words didn’t affect me much, it may have made me think about my appearance every once in a while; but their words didn’t affect me as much as it affected my friend, my suicidal friend.

Math posters hung upon the wall. The desks were faced toward a dark green chalkboard. All of the girls were sitting more towards the front on the other side of the classroom. I didn’t bother to sit with them though. A ridiculous part of my mind had the idea that they wouldn’t appreciate me sitting with them. Plus, I preferred the back of the classroom anyway. As you can see, I was an antisocial turtle who didn’t want to come out of her shell. The teacher, Ms. Garrity, began calling off attendance. I quietly said “here” when my name was called. She looked at me for a moment, and I thought that I might have spoken so softly that she didn’t hear me. Then, she asked “Nancy, would you like to sit here for today? The back row is pretty empty.” She gestured toward a desk in front of the group of

It’s first grade. The teacher asks us to settle down at our desks and be quiet. She says, “When I call your name, reply here.” It appears that I was the only one who didn’t get the message. The indistinguishable conversations in the room grew silent and I was hearing my own voice. While every other student was sitting patiently for his or her name to be called on, I was the only one standing. As I glance over my peers, I get a sly hint that I should sit down quietly like the others. A few minutes later, a student taps me on the shoulder and whispers, “The teacher called your name, tell her you’re here.” With uncertainty, I squeak out the single word, “Here.”

Throughout my time at school, English has been one of my favorite subjects. I was enrolled in an international, English speaking, school throughout elementary and middle school, and so I was lucky enough to have fantastic teachers who managed to make class fun and inspiring. In middle school we worked extensively with classical English literature, reading books like Lord of the Flies, Of Mice and Men, A Catcher in the Rye and Romeo and Juliet. I still enjoy reading classical literature occasionaly, but unfortunately I no longer have as much time to read as I did when I was younger.

When I was in middle school I started slowly throughout my school years and was never caught up with anything. In Middle school I was like a boat without a paddle in the open sea, you could choose to swim, not knowing if you would survive or if you will make it to shore. But it’s better than just sitting in a floating boat in the middle of nowhere. Now that I’m in high school, I realized that I had to change the way I do things differently from middle school. I took the chance and dived into the roaring sea and took a chance. Having to keep pushing through the water was like me pushing on in high school and getting work done. If I don't keep pushing on through the roaring sea it would end badly. I realized that I have to keep pushing on and

When I walked that day into the school, I felt hatred from the surroundings. Teachers, students, and counselors looked at me like I’m the enemy. It wasn’t literally that, but that’s what I sensed. My experience in the Elementary school and in the middle school was daunting. I wasn’t a student that wanted to learn, educate, and enhance. School was a nightmare for me. I hated to go there nor even do anything that is related to it; It didn’t mean anything to me. I lacked improvement, and self-assurance, because I used my life for joyfulness and dissipate. The absence of good grades made my relations with everyone defective and I didn’t feel jubilant with it, until that day came.

Starting Freshman year, I arrived to high school not knowing what was expected. I did not know what to do and I had no interest in school at all. Middle school years were rough and freshman year was too, gladly I had for giving teachers that allowed me to pass for the year. I was lost and confused, but I was fortunate to have people who cared and supported me in my times of difficulty. My parents most of all, kept insisting that I should try, that it is not hard to accomplish what many had. They kept advising me to stop living in the present and to start thinking of my future. Those words actually made me think, I noticed most of the people I surrounded with, were trapped into the impression that everything mattered at this exact moment, not

My middle school experience was relatively nice. I made a lot of friends and one of my friends I made then is actually my best friend now. I was quite popular and I was even friends with some of my favorite teachers. I remember getting my first cell phone for receiving good grades and going out to eat with my friends for the first time. Though it was nice, I also remember understanding that everyone was not genuinely nice. My middle school was very cliquey and whenever there was a misunderstanding, we would “confront” others about it. In other words, people would call others out on why they did not like them. I was confronted once by people who I thought were my friends, all over a guy I had no interest in. I also confronted others for no concrete reason.

As a young black girl in a predominantly white neighborhood and elementary school, I was content. When I entered middle school I was not accepted. The other black students didn’t understand why I had white friends. I became extremely depressed and anxious, thinking there was something wrong with me. In my core classes, I was not harassed, however, in my elective classes and lunch that was not the case. PE, band, and lunch were always a struggle for me. I could not get away from their constant and consistent taunting.

Thought the year I have taken many class in middle school, high school, and college. All does class were hard, but I never complained about it instill now. Right now, I’m taking a python coding class, it’s a requirement for getting an associate degree in cyber security. This class is so far the worst class I have ever taken. The professor in this class gives too much homework, goes to fast, and don’t explain well.