Middle School Narrative

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 walked into my Barents room , I was so depressed because that day was my first day went to middle school in America. I spoke to my mother about what was going on that day.

I walked into the loud building so scared and nervous. I couldn't believe today was the day. The day i'm finally in middle school. That day was the day that I could officially call myself a Vista Verde Middle School student. When I walked into the building the bell had rung for us to proceed to class. On my I spotted one of my very good friends, Esmeralda. After I said hi to her I walked to my first period class which is room 403 and my teacher is Ms. Blasnek.

Imagine you're first day at kindergarden in a brand new school bigger city and you dont know anyone. When I started kindergarden I was the new kid because I had just moved here to Mason City. I was always the most nervous doing anything new for the first time, Ive always had really bad anxiety.

It was a normal school day at Brookhurst Jr. High in 7th Period were my friends and I were talking and waiting for the bell to ring so we could all go home and the school day would be over. Before I left I needed to go to the bike racks to get my skateboard so I could ride it home.

As I visited my old middle school Thursday night, and was talking to some of my friends,

The two and a half months of summer ended and I was ready to start 8th grade. I was excited and I found out I was in the same pod with my best friend. I felt confident as I walked into room B5 and greeted Mr. Gill. The year started great and I knew my way to all my classes. I studied a lot more in 8th grade. Nearly every test I studied. And by the end of the marking period I had all A’s and B’s. I brought my lunch from home more often and I participate more in class.

My education has always been something that I've struggled with throughout my life. By the seventh grade, I had already failed two times. I was held back in the first grade, when I lived in North Miami, for not being mature enough to advance into the second grade. My third grade year, I attended a school Natural Bridge in North Miami. The staff didn't like the fact that I had refused to go to church ceremonies and I also didn't like praying to Mother Mary on the rosary every morning. The school told my mother that I was a troubled child and that I was failing the third grade. Illegally, the school made a deal with my mother, they'd pass me to the fourth grade if she removed me from their school. During the middle of my sixth grade year, my mother sent me to live with my father, she stated that she could no longer take care of me. Once I moved in with my father I attended a new school in Cleveland and ended up failing that year. I was confused and lost; the kids were learning a different criterion than I had.

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

My heart stopped. I am pretty sure it skipped a beat. I could hear his footsteps catching up to mine. I mean why is a sixth grader following a fifth grader anyways? What if he slams me into a locker? Or what if he just wants to say hi? I had no idea. All I knew was that I had to get away fast. My scarf was itchy and it began to get in my face. This was the very first year that I wore the hijab and it was already beginning to get in my way. My sister wore the hijab in the fifth grade as well, so I guess this was a tradition now. I ran into the restroom to fix my hijab and to hopefully get away from this creep. I fixed my hijab and left the restroom, but sadly he was right there waiting for me to get out. I finally came out and decided to

It was early in the morning and my mom called me down for breakfast “Ben come down for breakfast” she said. I can downstairs to another command “Ben g\o get napkins from the basement” “do I have to” I said then my mom gave me the just do it look which means you should really do it or i'll be mad . When i got in the basement I thought to myself I can’t reach the napkins now can so for some reason i decided to try to get them from on top of a old creaky wood stool. I took a step and almost slipped already due to the dust but i still kept going.

I’ve made it through 6th and 7th grade! Now it is time for 8th grade, the last year of middle school! Next year is High School! I am not that ready to start High School but I am pretty excited, however I am really sad that I am leaving Gulf Coast Academy. High School is going to start a whole new chapter in my life…

I opened my eyes and smiled. It was the first day of Middle School. I stood up and got ready. I rinsed my mouth and changed into my Middle School uniform for

After the short bus ride I got off the bus. I looked at my schedule and went to the west cafeteria for homeroom. Mia ended up being in my homeroom, so I sat down next to her. After spending an hour in homeroom, I went to my first period, gym. I met some new people in my gym class, but we mostly sat and listened to the teacher talk about the syllabus. In most of my classes all the teachers did was go over class rules and hand out syllabuses. After gym,

It was 5th grade,walking into my new classroom,fresh start,fresh school.It was humid outside and the sun was out.My game plan was to wing it. But I was nervous because I didn’t know anyone or anything about this”new school”. I often wondered to myself “are the kids nice? Or are they mean?” Then a couple hours later I was settling into my new classes.In my homeroom I met this girl named Skylar she was nice,pretty,kind and funny I was so relieved that I met her because I was so nervous that I would have nobody to sit with at lunch.Skylar and I started to hang out with her.