How To Write A Narrative Essay About Middle School

Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.

Middle school was very fun though and it matured me a lot for high school I also learned a lot of things in middle school that have helped me in highschool I also still have some of my middle schools teachers now like Ms.Bowen that was my favorite teacher in middle school she was very cool. But that’s how my middle school years

Starting middle school was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. There was a brand new campus to explore, but we were also nervously anticipating the academic program that was about to begin. Most of my grade had been together since the age of four and by this time there were clear social divides. There were the girls who were seen as popular, and then there was everybody else. You could say that I was part of the popular crowd, though at the time I didn’t notice myself standing apart from the others. As a group of friends we got on well, we’d hang out, go to the cinema, have sleepovers, all the usual things friends do. Then things gradually started to change.

From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?

You see, I was no stranger to public schools and the like. For a few years now, I've been switched back and forth from home school to public schooling, and needless to say, I kind of got the jest of both environments. There were a few things that were bugging me about going to middle school, however, especially this one. You see, I had only fairly recently gotten out of elementary school, and was worried that middle school

Middle school was mysterious like unsolved puzzles. The mysterious part about middle school is what people think about you and why you care about everyone’s opinions. School taught me a few things other than classwork and homework. During the summer of 2017 and I used to believe that I could rely on other people who I thought were my friends. Plentiful compliments and support from my little-known acquaintances used to make to me feel better about myself. This is why I now believe that happiness is a choice that comes from you.

Middle school is no-one's favorite time. It’s that awkward transition from childhood to young adulthood, where students begin to determine who they want to be. I was a student who kept to myself and devoted most of my time to academics, maintaining only a small group of friends and never straying far from my comfort zone.

It did not take very long for me to realize that middle school really wasn’t all that bad, there were many aspects that I actually liked more. For me, not wearing uniforms was a big deal, although it rarely strayed from jeans or khaki shorts, being able to wear what I wanted gave me a sense of freedom. On top of this, passing periods gave me the opportunity to roam the halls and talk

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

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

I remember when I was going to the middle school becoming a seventh grader and on the second day of school, I spotted my first love. Little did I know that he had a girlfriend. I didn’t pay her any attention because of the fact that I liked him so badly. By the way, they were on and off so I wasn’t stun nothing about her. Days were passing and I was watching him like a hawk. I didn’t know his name until one day, his homeboy came to me that morning and said, “my boy poke said wassupp?” I was blushing so hard but I played it off so I wouldn’t just throw myself out there to him. However, I said, “okay” meaning yes. He then walked away going back telling him what I said and that’s when I went to my 1st period class. While I walking there, I was thinking to myself “his nickname is poke.”

Upon my transition to middle school, I was 10 years old. In my case, elementary school ended at 5th grade and middle school started at 6th grade. A variety of changes occurred throughout the day, including switching classes between different subjects, adjusting to a different grading system, and following the dreaded uniform policies the school had established. Many strengths and weaknesses about the school became evident throughout the first semester. The school offered an assortment of elective courses that a student could choose from, including music (orchestra, band, and choir), art, and computer programming. This mixture of courses offered students the opportunity to become well rounded in terms of intelligence. Furthermore, the school offered challenging programs for gifted students, such as EXCEL courses, which represented a fast-paced learning environment for an array of subjects, such as math, science, and social studies. As

I was enrolled in a band class in Rochelle middle school in the eighth grade. It was somewhat in the middle of the year when the elementary students came to visit and get a tour of our school for most of the day. The whole day I saw fifth graders walking up and down the hall with their teachers, peering into the classrooms. Naturally, I was excited to see the new kids exploring my middle school and wanted to impress them with my senior title, which I did. I conversed with some of the kids on my way to different classes and tried to ease them into the idea of going to school here. When the bell rung for band class, all of the band and drama students had to report to the auditorium to give the kids a performance. After all of the performances

The purpose of this investigation was to use qualitative and longitudinal analysis to learn about the perceptions of elementary age students who are transitioning into middle school. The participants of this study included 331 fifth grade students in a large, rural, Southeastern public school district. The students came from three different elementary schools, but would all be entering into the same large middle school. This investigation consisted of four phases, the first beginning in January of the participants’ fifth grade year and the second in May. The third and fourth phases took place after the students had transitioned into middle school, one being completed in August and the fourth phase in December. During the investigation students were asked to complete three questionnaires and one writing assignment. The writing assignment, given during phase one of the investigation, gave the participants the opportunity to write any questions they had about middle school. The questionnaires used in the proceeding phases elicited responses regarding the following topics: Students’ concerns about middle school, the positive aspects of middle school, who the students would turn to for help, what they think middle school will be like, and what they think is important to know about transitioning to middle school.

Michael J. Fox once said “One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.” This quote has a very personal meaning to me and my school years growing up. Basically to me it means if your getting picked on it only affects you if you let it. When I was younger, around 1st and 2nd grade, I would get picked on all the time. For example it started with me being made fun of and called names like idiot and dumb among other things really lame things. It didn’t help that we moved a couple times and I always felt like the new kid. Even going into Middle school last year we just moved to GA and I didn’t know anyone the first day. I am not going to lie, at first I was so bothered by the situation that it even made me not want to go to school.