My Life Of My Middle School Years

book after book. All titled Middle school, the worst years of my life, how I survived middle school, middle school get me out of here,and the list goes on . As I was nearing the end of fifth grade, I started seriously thinking about how middle school would be and got worried after hearing of so many stories of people's terrible middle school years. However, I have to admit it really hasn’t been all that bad these last three years and in fact, middle school may have been my favorite, compared to elementary school. With more freedom, more people, more homework, more activities, more teachers, more fun classes, more excitement, more everything quite frankly, I have been able to have . I am sure a lot of us have fun throughout these middle school while learning more about yourselves and the people around us each year. I am sure many of us have been able to say for sure that we have had many experiences that can prepare us for the future.

I have always played the same three sports in elementary school, baseball, soccer and basketball but the summer before 7th grade I wanted the try something new and play football but because I didn't know much about it I was having a hard time deciding if I was going to play or not. But When football season came around i signed up.

A time I faced a challenge was the beginning of the 7 th grade and my first year of actual middle school. I was not doing well the first few months of school and didn’t understand the work and I was shy and not open enough to talk to my new teachers. I would not understand the material presented in class and was not motivated. Towards the end of the first semester I was failing most of my classes and my highest grade was a C. I did not know what to do with my life I and with all the stress building up on me I didn’t know what to do . Until one day my mom wanted to do something about it and saw me challenging this action helped changed my life.

“Stop being such a child!” A regular phrase that I heard when growing up through middle school. Whether they were kidding around or not, it really attacked me psychologically. As such, I was bullied for not being as mature as the other children around me. I really didn’t understand what the harm was with what I was doing. All that I simply did was continue to watch cartoons, draw, read comics, and other things that were apparently too kiddish to continue doing in middle school. It seemed in that time, people our age were pressured to act their age plus more. This left me alone most of the time, as I choose to do the opposite. I continued almost everything I did while I was in elementary school. Though the social knockback was tough, as being

Fast forward to the track state meet eighth grade year. As I said before success can be a really tough thing to handle. I had gone through an up and down phase after cross country season ended. I didn’t go to practice, I started to not care as much about school and I was acting the completely opposite of the person I was before. After the upset at the state meet, I just didn’t seem to care anymore. I just focused on getting by the rest of the school year but it just didn’t work. My coaches convinced me to keep going they brought me in and had a talk with me. I still remember that day with my coach, Coach H. He was a really important person to me and had grown on me so much. He cared about his athletes like they were his own children. I sat

On a Spring day in Oak Park, California a 10 year old girl stood at the front of her classroom, almost scared to death. This girl named Abigail was about to go on the roller coaster of emotions called middle school. "Hi. I'm Abigail" she said, her voice shaking. It's not always easy to be the new

This personal narrative is based on my first day of middle school. On my first day of middle school I woke up with feeling nervous not knowing why I felt this feeling, maybe it was from the fact that I didn’t know the teachers or the schedule, I got dressed ate breakfast and slowly packed up my stuff. I than ended up at the school still feeling nervous, as I waited hoping that the day would be over already, the bell suddenly rang ai then knew that I had to see what the next three years of my life would be like. As the door opened I then started feeling nervous again.

When I started Middle School, everything started to change. I felt older and I felt like I had ten times more responsibilities than I did in Intermediate school. The people who I was close with a year or two ago were now just acquaintances, they were just people I smiled at in the hallway. I was still close to my basketball friends because we were still traveling all the time, I think I got tired of seeing the same people all the time, so I found some new friends. Seventh grade for me wasn’t the best, I don’t remember having a best friend, but I do remember having a lot of closer friends in my classes. I was a very sheltered kid I remember being so confused because Middle School was when everyone started dating. I had never thought about dating anyone but my best friend, Gracie, always talked about boy drama, and everything that didn’t really mean a lot to me. Starting in 8th grade, Gracie and I would hang out all the time, we would go

Inspirations are not always easy to come by. You must be open to new experiences in order to find inspiration. Growing up, I was the shy, nerdy girl who always followed the rules and was nervous to try new things; that ofcourse changed as time passed. In our capstone class we are assigned a middle school student that we can mentor and help get out of their shell. The closest person that I had to a mentor was Casey Rainbolt.

At the time I thought my life was ruined. I was convinced that my friends would move on without me and I’d be stuck in the curriculum that had given me more than my fair share of headaches. I failed my first year of middle school. When everyone was receiving their final report cards I waited anticipated with horror to receive mine. When I looked at the report card my worst fears had been realized. Not only was it apparent that I was being held back but the results were more devastating than I had previously imagined. The worst part of it all was having to face my parents when I got home.

“I am so sorry, what do you want me to do about it? Go back in time and magically fix everything?” I almost screamed at my best friend in the whole wide world over the phone. I had meet her is the 8th grade since then we had always been friends. We never ever if possible left each other’s side even it we were in the middle of a fight like we were then. In the same places we just kept on our poker faces. We loved each other to death and back then.

Last week, I began my first initial year of middle school. I thought that my first day would be anything but challenging and stressful, But, it turns out that I was entirely wrong.

Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.

The redwood trees around me were around 40 feet tall and probably higher, even though I felt like I was half way there I still could not see the peak of the enormous giants, three thirds of the way I stumbled upon a problem for weak branches were in the way of me reaching the top, as the heights were beginning to hit me I had decided to come down from the tree as the branches blocked me from continuing. Running out of breath and the slash, that almost showed a piece of bone, in my leg still bleeding it just prevented me to keep going. The only objects I had in my backpack were the two ibuprofen and the extra rags left from my shirt. I sat underneath the redwood tree as a tear ran down my left cheek and touching my lip the salty taste and little by little I began to remember the good moments I had in life.

Ang pangalan ko ay Bianca, “My name’s Bianca.” but my friends call me “B” for short. I do have various witless nicknames like “Bob” or “BB Grill” but I wouldn’t prefer being called any of those names unless you want the whole class to laugh. During my first day, I perceived Stockdale as a welcoming school. Especially because my teachers were affable and approachable. I am aware of all the obstacles along the way, but that’s not going to stop me from reaching my aspirations. All in all, I’m looking forward to spending my high school years in Stockdale and I know it will provide me with good memories, knowledge and fun times.