Middle Schooler Narrative

I remember the first day of Kindergarden very clearly; I walked into a facility covered with white walls, white tiling, and white children, but I looked a little different from the other children. I was the only Chinese American male in a predominantly white schooling created me to become an easy target for other children. Persecution, stereotypes, and identity was placed on me each day, and I resorted to my parents for comfort. I would cry into my mother’s arm and ask her “how do I make my eyes bigger?” or “Can you just buy me some blue eyes?”. My mother would cry along with me, but it wasn’t until after multiple attempts of begging that I understood the burden and pain I was putting on her heart, and I stopped asking. Each day when I was asked how my day went, I would lie and tell her how “amazing” it was, but I was truly hurting inside. This started my

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.

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.

One of the hardest and most influential days of my life was when I started middle school. It was my first time switching schools in six years and I wasn’t sure I was ready to. Some of my friends had known me for those six years and some even more. I had all sorts of questions running through my head on the day of the orientation. Like, what if I don’t fit in or what if I get lost on my first day? All of these questions disappeared when I stepped into what would soon be my new school.

Middle school was just the beginning for me. When I came into the middle school, I thought I wasn’t going to survive but later on I realized it wasn’t terrible at all. I've made some great memories and the best one’s were here. Fifth grade was the start for me, sixth and seventh grade shaped my personality, and eighth grade made me come into contact with myself.

It was the eve of middle school, I think; I sure wasn't really keeping track. The promised day had arrived, my grades were as sound as a tuned trumpet; and I was just done with a C- in music. However, I kept my behavior to the minimum of a 5th grader; something that was much more welcomed than the awkward and apathetic existence of middle schoolers. I’ve been keeping myself on the down low for a good month when my math teacher announced to us that we would be having a boat trip for the most well behaved student, and take a guess who was first of her list! It was Samuel. However, sure enough I was able to weasel and bribe my way in with compliments and good behavior into the list as seventh place! Even better news was that I could bring a parent

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…

One day in seventh grade me and my friend, Madison almost got into a fight. This girl named Jasmine, wanted to fight us. She wanted to fight us because we were mad at her. We were mad at her because she would always talk about us. One day we went into gym and everyone was coming up to me and saying,

It was a shocking and jarring event, but this happened while in high school. Actually, I was in summer school and just lacked the will to be present for the class that sunny morning. Well, I hadn’t prepared for an oral report and my parents would’ve made me attend school,so there was no option for staying home, so I planned to fritter the day at school, but go into hiding next door in a deserted school (the school was an older section of my school, which was scheduled for demolition). Notwithstanding, I brought ample food, water, and various novels to read and hunkered down at a crusty park bench hidden away from the world.

She was “pregnant” twice in middle school. Once from “a completely real guy from another school” and another time from “a totally not fake old flame from daycare who had come back into her life.” Just more of her stories I was so used to by this point, however it was middle school and she was boy crazy enough to convince people it was true. Both pregnancies mysteriously ended in miscarriages when she started getting close to being found out.

It was mid-afternoon, right after lunch, when I met someone special. There was the wind blowing. The kids were screaming like they were zoo animals. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on everyone. Somewhere across the school, I could hear the 2nd graders going back in the school, loud and clear. I could still hear screaming once I put my hands over my ears. The teacher yelled at them to be quiet but they didn't stop until half down the hallway. I kept saying to myself, “Ugh….. second graders” for a while with my hands still over my ears. I took my hands off, came back to reality, screaming kids, loud and clear.