My Personal Experience : My Experience In The Middle School

Throughout middle school, I've had many different experiences, talked to people and dealt with problems from students, to teachers, to the other staff members of our school. I couldn’t help but notice some things about these three years about grades, my learning styles, relationships, myself, different activities, and my hopes for the future.

It was a bright, beautiful morning. My first day of middle school, I was so nervous! I was ready. I got up out of my bed, grabbed my cute flowered dress and white sandals, got dressed, and looked awesome. Well, that's what I thought. When I went upstairs, my nanny looked at me and said “you look so cute!” Sadly, my mom wasn’t there for my first day, but she texted me and said “hope your first day goes great. Love you!”. I went to the kitchen where I saw my sisters looking all pretty and stylish. They looked at me and said “You look adorable, are you ready?” I said “yes” apprehensively. I grabbed a granola bar and was off to school. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to start middle school, but I knew I had to. So, I tried to walk in with confidence.

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.

Student experiences can be evaluated in a variety of ways and attributed to the quality of educational systems. At different ages, students are better suited to different types of learning environments and teaching methods; however, the effectiveness of schools and teachers continuously influences all school-aged children. Throughout this analysis, I will focus primarily on my experience during my 6th grade year in middle school, including how my success was affected by the effectiveness of the school and my teachers throughout the year.

I was in middle school which was 5th to 8th grade, I had multiple adjective to describe my experience in middle school. While in Middle School, it was a struggle which has stayed as an adult. For I am always looking at myself seeing all the flaws in my features, in addition when family members and/or friends state my beauty features, I will brushed them off by stating the negative. Until recently, I was able to overcome my inability of reading in public and/or to my peers. As my cousin passed away tragically, his mother (my Aunt) asked me to read his poem to her and a group of about 50 strangers. She knew my fear of public speaking, but she also know my dream of becoming a teacher and me starting to be a substitute teacher. Therefore, she knew I had to overcome the fear of speaking. I was extremely happy with myself to speak clearly and to have the strength and encouragement of my family to overcome my greatest fear with a poem in dedication to my beloved cousin.

“Don’t be late for school,” my mom said. “I know, I know,” I replied as I looked over my school supplies list to make sure I had everything. Today was my first day of middle school. I was so nervous! Would middle school be hard? Would there be a lot of homework? What would 6th grade be like? I had so many questions that were left unanswered. I looked at the time. It was 8:00. My bus would be coming at 8:12 so I had to go. Putting on my shoes, I said goodbye to my mom and left for the bus stop. I saw other students leaving their houses to get to the bus stop. I wondered whether any of them would be in my grade. Since I moved into my new house, I hadn’t met any of my neighbors. Perhaps one of them would be my friend by the end of the day. When the bus came, I quickly got on. I looked at the students getting onto the

Picture this, a big high school football-playing senior in the middle of his school’s stage; a sea of freshman filled the audience in front of him. He has his thumbs up, elbows back, butt out, knees together, head back, and tongue out. He was singing the song “Singin in the Rain,” that football player is me. I was leading the freshman in our first icebreaker of the day in hopes of waking them up while also setting the scene for fun the rest of the day at our Freshman Ignition. For the third year in a row, I would be a mentor for the Freshman, except, this time, as a Senior, I would have a part in running the show. That day was full of fun activities like kung fu introductions, a skit for the freshman and a game called the human machine. I had a lot of fun myself leading the kids around and talking to them. We were able to make a fun and exciting atmosphere which contributed to a positive first experience for the freshman in high school. The ability to give back, help others grow, and make the time worthwhile is the job of a mentor. In college, I want to grow more than just academically, I strive to share lessons with others while I am learning.

I saw my mom just looking at me smiling. I walked up to her and started to cry, she hugged me so hard and told me she was so proud of the type of woman I grew up to be. Even more tears fell down my cheeks, my brother walked in and told me that the cars were packed and it was time to go. I gave my mom one last hug and got into the car. As we drove off I looked back at my house and realized now that my life as a Kutztown student really started right now, that this journey started so long ago and I’ve gotten so far.

I still get nightmares about my horrid middle school days. Especially seventh and eighth grade, those were the absolute worst. I still have flashbacks of horribly straightened bangs covering my eyes, black versions of my uniform I would dress myself in, and what I now call emo music I would drown myself in. The memory I won’t be able to ever forget however was on September second of my last year of middle school. Throughout that entire year I was a complete mess. I was crying and sobbing over trivial things, playing “Therapy” over and over again, and watching my friends vanish right before my eyes. The people I grew to trust simply threw it back in my face. At that point I felt as though I was worth nothing. September second was death day, and I do mean that literally. I remember being indifferent to the confrontation, apathetic towards my dad’s worried concerns, and being completely numb throughout that entire day. Ironically enough it was one of my acquaintance’s birthday that day, and I spent it trying to murder myself. Wonderful.

In elementary school, children cannot wait to be in middle school. In middle school, the only thing pre-teens want is to be a high schooler. As a senior in high school, I would go back to being an elementary schooler in a heartbeat. As I drive through Long Prairie, where I attended elementary school at a small, catholic institution, an intense feeling of nostalgia hits me like a tidal wave. Where did the time go? It feels as if just yesterday I was riding to school in my grandma’s car after we bought our morning donuts from Casey’s General Store. We would discuss how excited I am about learning my times tables; I was the second fastest in the class. I knew I could get faster, I just had to work harder and master the multiples of nine. I did not know it at the time, but being faster was going to be a goal of mine for the rest of my life.

I woke up frantically to the sound of my alarm blaring. The time read six o’clock and I desperately wanted to go back to sleep. As I shut my eyes there was a banging on my door and I heard my mom demanding me to get up and get ready. It was my first day of middle school and I was a nervous wreck. This was the day I had been dreading for so long but knew I had to face it. I couldn’t drop out of middle school after all. I got prepared to leave, picking my best outfit, making sure I had all my supplies, and headed out the door to complete my first day of sixth grade.

I walked into the school. My parents were right behind me, and I tried to keep my breathing at a normal pace. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I can do this. I told myself. It was the day of the audition — my audition — for the Regional Arts Program, more specifically the visual arts section. I didn’t think I’d even make it to the front door of the school, and yet here I was.

I knew that it would take some time to establish myself. While I was new to the community, I believed I would and could be successful with some work. After all, I had done so well in middle school. And then it happened; I entered the campus filled with energy as I walked into the big brown building. It appeared to be so extravagant, standing tall and surrounded by the bare trees. I knew what I was capable of and I told myself,"Don't let anyone get in the way". As the first bell rung, I was worried. I took my seat at 8:15 and I already began to lose my focus. I stared at all the new faces although I had yet to learn the names of my new peers. My staring contest was interrupted by a sheet of paper on my desk. It hauntingly said- "SYLLABUS."

So far in life my passhion has been educating myself to the fullest extent. Ever since I was in middle school, though not as understanding, I knew that all I really wanted to do was take in as much information that the world had to offer for me. Starting with advanced math classes, to other challenging Ap courses. I even took the Calculus one and two course at my high school, through PSU, and did everything I could in order to prepare for Calculus three and four at PSU. Yet no matter what boundaries I pushed in high school, nothing was comparible to a real college course. Calculus three and four was by far the biggest academic challenge I have ever faced. Through devoting the most time and effort I have ever put into anything, I passed the class.

So far in life, my passion has been educating myself to the fullest extent. Ever since I was in middle school, though not as understanding, I knew that all I really wanted to do was take in as much information that the world had to offer for me. Starting with advanced math classes, to other challenging AP courses. I even took the Calculus one and two course at my high school, through PSU, and did everything I could in order to prepare for Calculus three and four at PSU. Yet no matter what boundaries I pushed in high school, nothing was comparable to a real college course. Calculus three and four was by far my most rigorous academic challenge I have ever faced. Through devoting the most time and effort I have ever put into anything, I