Middle School Office Narrative

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

I was dropped off at the school and I shook with excitement. “Good luck and do your best!” my mother shouted in her usual high and happy voice as she sped off in our small Honda. I walked into the school gym and

When I came into class on Tuesday I was surprised to see that I was one of the last people to get there, because I left 15 minutes early. When I sat down I noticed a girl wearing a purple shirt; only because that's my favorite color, and later on in I found out that her name was Megan and she is left handed like my sister. As class moved on Dr. Brown realized she left some papers in her car, but she found a copy in her bag and she was so happy that she didn't have to go all the way to her car, so she gave us a 10 minute break while she made copies. Then after that was done Dr. Brown made the class play bingo with using are classmates names as the bingo pieces. The first person that put their name

I made it to school just as the 7:23 bell was ringing. I sat in the counselors office for what seemed like hours even though I’m sure now that it had only been about 20 minutes before my brand new counselor, Ms. Cami, called me into her office so I could review my schedule and various other paper. So much information was being Thrown at me in so little time but I kept a gleaming smile on my face as she quickly told me what lunch I had, where my bus was going to be after school, where my locker was, etc. AS she handed me my schedule she explained that today was a C day and I had to go to my 2nd hour first which was psychology with Mr. Schwendeman. I never her asked any questions, I just boyishly shook my head as she and others feed me with

It's going great in middle school so far. I have some problems with some things. There is lots of good and bad things about school. I think that some things need to be changed.

I went the whole day without noticing I didn’t finish my math. When we got to math class Mr. Littrell told us to get out our math to grade. It was one of those I-don’t-have-time-for-this assignments. I got mine out and noticed I didn’t do the whole back page. Blake saw and told Mr Littrell I didn’t finish my work. He said, “Well, that’s a HINAO.” He gave me the paper and told me to go call. I was really scared because I never had one before. I got in the office and gave Mrs. Stoball the paper. She told me to go ahead and call. I was so scared, I couldn’t even figure out how to use the phone. I eventually figured it out and called my mom. She didn’t answer, so I left a message. I was pretty sure I didn’t do it right. At the

Today was September 12, 2012. I had woken up like any other normal day and was getting ready for school. I typically don’t eat breakfast, but that one simple mishap can lead to the unbelievable. Little did I know that only in the matter of a half hour of arriving to school my whole day would come crashing down. I had arrived at West Jay Middle School and had got my books and went to class. I was in eighth grade then. I felt normal like any other day, but it had appeared that I had been wrong.

It was a depressing day with sinister wind. Timidly, I sat in the classroom as I waited for George (our ELA teacher) to pass out our midterm exam sheets. I expected the score to be acceptable, since I was not an idler (litotes).

Sitting in class eyes closed shut as if I'm at home in my tempurpedic bed with my favorite fluffy pink blanket and big fluffy pillow.  As my math teacher starts the lesson I hear nothing in my head but silence.  Then suddenly from pocket I feel a beating causing me to jump up startled.  Staring at my phone firm wondering who this could be calling me.  I raise my hand to go to the restroom to answer this unknown call.  I swiped my phone across to answer the call, "Hello."  "Hello Daija Talley this is Sarah I'm calling from Beaumont hospital, we were calling you today because your mother was rushed to the hospital this afternoon and we cant get in touch with anyone." said Sarah from Beaumont hospital.  My heart stopped as if I were going into

I told him to come back to learn how to take care of my mouth correctly. After about 10 minutes of lecture we left right away to get something to eat before my mouth hurt. I listened to my dad call me brace face millions of times throughout the car ride. Later he told me to eat quickly so I could make it to school on time. I ate as fast as I could and started to grab my bag as we pulled into the school parking lot. Afterwards I said goodbye and hopped out of the truck. When I walked into the office I asked what class I was in and she said Spanish, so I did just as I was expected to do and walked to Sr.Lim’s classroom. I was so nervous about what everyone would think. Class was almost over and I was glad that nobody noticed but all of the sudden Anna started to talk to me. We started to joke around and she made a really funny joke. I tried to hold in my smile but I couldn’t any longer. I grinned widely and chuckled a little bit. “Woah! You got braces?” Anna yelled and she looked like she had just seen a ghost. I was so embarrassed and my face was as red as a tomato. As they say, I was saved by the bell and I was so grateful. I rushed out to the hallway to meet Sophie, like I usually do, “Let me see!” She squealed the second I was close enough. By now I was way too embarrassed to show off my new nerd face. There was no way I was ever smiling again. I speed walked all the way to study hall and finished my work peacefully. I

My aunt who started to notice my distant behavior and took me to a psychiatrist to get behavioral testing. My diagnosis came back and I was a little startled to see the results I had developed many...disorders and all were severe. I was manic depressive, I had OCD(which we already knew), and I was always anxious about everything I'm still thinking of this when I hear.. “wow..neat freak huh?” I don't want to talk to him about this ever so sore subject so I just say “yeah.” Luckily the teacher comes in at that moment “ Hello, and good morning class... for those of you who don't know my name is Mr. Davidson and I will be your homeroom teacher...” He pauses to sit down at his desk “For those of you who do, if you haven't noticed all ready we have a new student here at Kennedy high”he acknowledges me “ Bella I trust you will like it here, Now lets begin our orientation.” first period fly's by in a blur as does the rest of the school day and by the time its over I'm exhausted. “Hey Bella...” I groan” yes Daniel “ want to come to the skate-park with me”i think...go home and endure aunt Conny's interrogation, or go to the skate-park...definitely the skate-park “sure”i say...on our way there we pass the football field ..where the cheer team is practicing..i wish I was still like them, but that can't happen now. Before the accident I was the

These were the dreadful words that my parents heard all the time which caused deep anger in them with me during my elementary school years. I never did my work mainly because I never payed attention when I should have been. There was even a point where my 7th grade teacher had to write down the homework in my agenda so my parents would see what I had to do, as if I were still a Kindergarten student.I got bullied during elementary school which is why I would focus more on what to wear, how to look, and who I would do homework for. Eighth grade got a little better in terms of my grades, my grades were the average student B’s and C’s. Mostly C’s. It was never anything major my parents would say “good job, i’m proud of you”, they saw it like if I still had the same horrendous grades as before. Even if I did better than usual I didn’t meet their A & B expectations. My parents as well as my other family members would sit me down for talks to get me to realize that I would not get any where if I continued down the path of distraction and failure.

It was a normal day like any other. A sunny day of no worries. I had to go to school that day and started to get ready. When I got there my friend Dalina had already reserved a seat for me in Mr. Kaloo’s class. “I have something very exciting to tell you!’’ she yelled all the way from her sit as soon as she saw me. “Keep it down, Dalina” said Mr.Kaloo in such an annoyed voice. I hurried up to my seat, eager to know what she had to say. ”So what do you want to tell me, Lina?’’ I asked anxiously.’’Nelly, my parents will be out of town tonight.’’ “So Luna, Victoria, and I are planning to go into the forest near Calvin’s Restaurant.” “I want you to come with us” she said. “What if I don’t want to?”I challenged her. “It’s not that I have to ask you, Nelle.” “You have to go, whether you want to or not,” she declared turning to the girl beside her . “Why would that be?” I asked making her look back at me. “If you don’t go, I will be forced to tell your dear mother that you are failing your Math class.” What in the world was this girl doing?Was she threatening me. I was angry. I was so angry that I could have strangled her in that moment, but I couldn’t. That would have gotten me in even more trouble. I had no other option, but to go with them to the forest. If that girl told my mom about my math grade, I would be spanked ten times three with the belt and grounded until I pulled my grade up. I had to go for my sake. “Alright, I guess I’ll see you later, then.” I grabbed my books

Mrs. Martin was calling all my friends names to come up to her desk one by one. They all came away not two minutes later with a white piece of paper and a grim look on their face. She looked over in my direction and said “Zach H, please come to my desk.” I got up and felt like I was going to fall over with how nervous I was.

Today was the day I said to myself as I got out of the bed to turn my alarm off. It was time for me to start getting ready for my very first day of middle school at Holy Trinity Catholic Middle School. I quickly ran to the bathroom to take a shower and to brush my teeth. After I got out of the bathroom, I went to my closet and put on my school uniform. The school uniform was a dark blue- collard shirt and some khaki shorts. After putting on my uniform, I ran downstairs to the delicious smell of pancakes and eggs cooking for breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw a plate with a stack of pancakes covered in maple syrup and some scrambled eggs. As I sat down to eat I realized I had forgotten to grab my backpack out of the closet. When I went to grab my backpack out the closet I noticed that it was kinda heavy. When I looked inside, it was filled with binders,papers,and other school utensils that mom put inside it. After I grabbed my backpack I ran downstairs so I could finish eating breakfast before I caught the bus for school. When I finished my breakfast, my mom said it was time for me to catch the bus for school. So I threw my plate away and ran outside to the garage to hop into my mom’s car. Before we pulled out my mom said ‘‘Mitchell do you have all your stuff for your first day of school?’’ I said ‘‘Yes mom I have all my stuff for school.’’ My mom then backed out of the driveway and proceed to then take me to the bus top, which at the Siskey YMCA, which was