How To Write A Narrative Essay On Middle School

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

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.

Right when I became into knowing the school better, I had to transfer to another middle school. I was happy and sad but mostly sad. Happy because I was going to meet new people but sad because I had wanted to graduate with my friends. And the mixed emotions started all over again. I could tell you from my personal experience that making an identity from scratch takes a lot of time and courage. But tell you the truth I liked the new middle school rather than the earlier one. I made lots of friends and even joined the student council. I had also joined the basketball team. Helping the school and the community is my type of thing.

First few weeks of school did not go well for me. I felt like I was a rare animal at the zoo. People would point at me, speaking the language that I do not understand, and giggle. A non-stop talking kid suddenly became mute. At the time,

Change, for me has always been quite a scary and difficult concept. I want constants. I want to feel comfortable, and I am too stubborn to try new things. Though undesired, change is inevitable and I know life must move forward; so here I am, a shy, insecure, seventh grader moving forward onto my first day of junior high. I knew this was going to be terrifying simply by the size of the school; all four foot nine inches of me stood paralyzed at the main entrance of Poston Junior High. Not knowing who I would have in my classes or who I would sit with at lunch had to be the worst part. As I walked into my third hour, which was choir, I realized I knew nobody; sheer terror flushed over my face as I peered around looking for the friendliest face

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

I was quite young then so it didn’t really register to me. “Where we moving to mama?” I questioned. “Centralia baby, put that stuff in those boxes over there” She motioned to the brown rectangular boxes in the corner. And as quickly as the conversation was so was the move. No exaggeration, we left that day with everything we owned. I’m assuming, because we never went back again. Before I knew it, I was walking up the steps into Lincoln 4th grade center. My nicest shirt, and prettiest barrettes. Now being me, I was absolutely dreading the first day, as I am very inadequate under pressure. Which then causes me to be painfully shy. No, I’m not one of those standoffish people that make you feel super awkward when you are around them. Just more in a way of “new beginnings.” Also, as I said before cliques were very much established by then. Having those two odds against me, it was hard to make friends. I don’t remember making any close friends that year. By 5th grade though, there was one girl that I did become quite close with. But

The start of school brought many agonizing moments. I learned firsthand the cruelty of my peers. I needed to use the elevator and have my books carried. I remember having few friends those first months, yet everyone noticed me. I was known as "Brace Girl" and was constantly badgered with questions like: "Is that a bulletproof vest?" "Why do you wear that?"

Middle School is a time in adolescent’s lives where their physical, and equally important social development, is at a delicate and crucial point. For those who inherit socially favorable genes, certain aspects of life become easy, and those individuals can go through life rather nonchalantly. However, the life of a pre-teenager and a young teenager is difficult when you’re only as tall as other kid’s sternums and weigh less than the book stuffed backpack you lug around all day.

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first

Though being the pre-teen I was, I blew it off like it was nothing. Nathaniel Scribner Middle School had about three and a half Elementary schools that fed into it. This meant that all of the extracurricular activities I was in during Elementary school would have a tougher competition I would have to compete against. In one hand this pushed me to step out of my comfort zone and try new sports that I had never tried, but in the other I was also faced with disappointment when I did not make a team for a sport that I loved to play. I took up tennis and swimming as my two new found loves. I was also faced with friendships of four years of more falling apart and being replaced by the new people that my friends were meeting. I struggled with losing my friends greatly, especially when my best friend and I stopped talking completely. Throughout middle school I found my place among the new formed hierarchy and reformed broken friendships and built new ones. The teachers all pushed me academically but I found none to be like those that taught at my elementary school. With the exception of, Ms. Samsel who happened to not only be my school counselor but was also a family friend. She took me under her wing and helped me push my way through middle school. She urged me to never give up on learning, friendships, and

It’s as if I didn’t already feel different, but by making me leave all my peers to go to a class that the rest didn’t even know existed. I remember walking in to my speech therapy class on the first day with 5 other kids already sitting down at a desk. The teacher, Mrs. Susan walked up to the front of the classroom. She started by introducing herself and a little bit of her background. We played typical first class games. Then she asked the rest of the class, all five of us to go around and say our names and a fun fact about ourselves. I had not even been called on yet and I was panicking. I tried to get my sentence in a line before I opened my mouth so I would not sound

The first day of school was slowly closing in and I still wasn't too sure about the new school. There were so many things different from my old one and I would be stuck in this new school till eight grade. I thought that my new classmates would not like me because I used to go to a public school.When I was at my old school I would hear so many rumors about people at private schools being extremely smart. This made me even more nervous and somehow a little intimidated.

Middle school is a hard transition for anyone, but when your entire life has revolved around routines a change like this can feel catastrophic. Walking around to different classes all alone several times a day felt like torture. I began counting my steps to find the fastest and most efficient route to all of my classes. If there were people standing in the way of where I needed to go rather than asking them to move I would find an alternative route to take. Then there was the school work, I wasn’t use to having homework from so many different classes all at once. In elementary school I was used to having only one assignment per day, so I would spend hours on

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,