How To Write A Narrative Essay On Junior High School

The day has finally arrived! I had been waiting for this day to come for forever it felt like. I am no longer in elementary school. Today is the day that I start Junior High. I can not wait to go to school . I rush out of the house door to meet my friends as quickly as I can, bursting with excitement.

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

Middle school was a lot of fun for me, I met a lot of new people and lots of new girls. It was also kinda tough in the beginning with switching classes and things and having so many different teachers and lots of homework from different classes and having to remember the room numbers of each class but eventually I got used to everything.

Malcolm was sprinting up the hallway the fastest he ever had before. He was followed by Shay and Rolfe who was freaking out as usual.

I went to Buena Vista Elementary for Kindergarten, then moved to Sing Lum Elementary for 1st through 6th grade. As the end of the year approached and I knew I was going to Tevis, I was feeling very nervous and scared about coming here and being a new Kid. I had heard a lot of things about Tevis since my Uncle had been a student at Tevis four years prior to me. The thing I was most concerned about when going to Tevis was about how I was going to open my locker and still get to class on time. My first impressions of Tevis was that there were a lot of big kids here. Junior high has been completely different then what I thought. I thought I was going to get bullied and picked on but that was the complete opposite.

I am sure it will not be hard to make new friends. The 8th graders are very intimidating but they are actually very friendly and they want to help you through the year. Do not be one of those people who start drama and try to stay out of is. This is a big part of jr. high and you need to avoid it. Just make friends and don’t make a fuss. Make wise choices and do everything thinking about God looking over your shoulder. Think before you do and not do before you think.

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

Are you nervous about starting Jr. High? I know it can be scary, but if you follow my advice, Jr. High will be a breeze. Jr. High can be nerve wracking but also fun. Jr. High can be stressful and confusing, but at the same time exciting and adventurous. Jr. High is a big part of your life. Jr. High preps you for high school, and high school preps you for college, which is where you study what you’ll do with the rest of your life. To survive Jr. High, you need to know these things, know your study skills, be social, and follow my advice.

The most difficult classes I have taken are over the three years in high school are AP classes. My most challenging courses this year were AP English Language, AP United States History, and AP Physics 1. AP English Language was a challenge for me because I was a reader that mostly read on the surface, it was hard for me to think further about the author’s purpose in way they write. I learn to analyze pieces of writing by sections and learn to be more observant. AP US History was challenging because we were required to read every night but understanding what I was reading was harder. AP Physics was challenging as well because I was use to just thinking straight through, in Physics you can think out of the box because there can be up to five

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

I remember walking through the halls the first few days of middle school feeling the different vibes that the students were giving off. It was definitely not the positive energy I was used to, but instead a negative sensation. I felt like I was the only student trying to do what was right. I knew I did not belong in that school as soon as I heard a certain degrading comment from one of my classmates. The girls were constantly getting remarks made about them, but this one made me cringe a little more than usual. The comments never bothered the other girls as much, but they made me just want to cry. The teachers would never say anything to the boys and would let them get away with it. When students were not making derogatory comments, they were

High school was a successful journey for me. I thought I would become someone successful by the time I was 23 years of age. I had done everything right and did my home work and never went to parties like most of the other teenagers in school. Then I met a girl and she became pregnant. My dream was to attend a school out of state. After learning of having a child I decided to attend college in state. In the year 2005, I moved to Pueblo, Colorado with my infant daughter and my girlfriend, who was also the mother of my child. I was not only going to college full time but I was also working full time to support my family. While in school, I began to struggle due to the fact I was working full time and helping to take care of my daughter. My grades

I Ana Umanzor have attended Memorial High School for the past 4 years. I have never been so close to a teacher like I have been in this school. Ms Kerry Jameson has been my math teacher and instructor for these past 4 years. I have always enjoyed math but sometimes I have had difficulty learning it. In the Middle School I struggled a lot until I came to the high school. At first I can say that when I saw the name Ms. Jameson on my schedule I was scared. The first day of school I was so nervous and and afraid because transitions to new school with different people is always difficult. When I walked into my homeroom I saw the famous Ms. Jameson. I was even nervous to say good morning and I do not even know why. My first day in the high school was not as bad as I thought it was going to be and that was thanks to Ms. Jameson. She explained to us everything we needed to know to move around the school without getting lost and other things that would help our transition into this school less difficult. Our homeroom 201 made us feel like home. She lets us decorate our homeroom like it was our proper home. We all helped because it was our homeroom and our opinion mattered.

In a small high school with a graduating class of only 67 students, came the most difficult class I have ever experienced. Pre-Calculus, now this class was not a necessity to graduate; Pre-Calculus was only there for students who wanted to push themselves. I always loved math, it always came easy to me but this was the only class I had to actually study for. This Pre-Calculus class made it seem like every other math class I have taken was irrelevant, it was completely new material. It was also when I learned the most important life lesson, nothing worth having comes easy.

The teen that inspired my personal story was Kevin Breel a 17 year old high school student who dealt with depression and mental illness. Kevin Breel was like any normal highschool teen in the eyes of his peers, Captain of the basketball team, Honor roll student, and very popular amongst his peers. But beneath this all, Kevin Breel suffered personal problems dealing with an alcoholic father who never seem to be around for him and a family that was dysfunctional and never seemed to support him. Kevin Breel developed a yearning for a true friendship and this wish came true when he met his best friend Jordan. Jordan was a true supportive friend of Kevin Breel and this strong friendship grew into something he believed would last forever. Sadly his friend Jordan died in a tragic car accident and after this moment Kevin Breel began to fall into a deep depression. Kevin Breel journey through depression wasn't a physical journey through tough moments in his life but more of an emotional journey that controlled his minds and thoughts. This depression that Kevin Breel went through took control of him highlighted all the imperfections and flaws that he had and used it to deceive his thoughts and feelings making him feel unimportant and useless a weakness to people instead of a strength. This depression sent him into a spiral of unending sadness that became his main focus of his life blocking everything else out. Instead of being able to enjoy what made him a good person he was