Narrative Middle School

On the first day I was happy and ready to start my day. When I got my schedule I was lost. I didn’t know where to go. One of the staff members had to help me get to my class. I was hoping that I have a class with some of my friends that I knew since elementary school. When I came in. I saw my friend, I was so happy. I hurried up and sat in my seat before the bell rang.

That first day of school that morning was filled with nerves, and heading into the school year.  I was ready as usual and as soon as the bus came, waved to my parents as usual. The bus ride

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

It was a normal Autumn day. The leaves were red and gold, it was cool, and a little breezy. And school was soon to start. I was in the first grade, and it was a normal day in school. The morning classes went by, and then it

In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the

Change scared me. Coming to HMS for the first time as a 7th grader terrified me. As the summer came to an end, I worried about getting around the school, meeting new people, and the change in my sleeping habits and schedule. Thoughts rushed through my head about going to the Middle School for the first time. The first day of seventh grade came quick and I was ready to start a new year. My dad drove me to the front of the school and I exited the car saying good bye. I was unsure where any of my classrooms were and I only recognized a few people in my homeroom. The Middle School was far larger then I remember from the tour that ARIS provided. I wasn’t use to no recess, and the formation of the lunch lines. Going into seventh grade, I was clueless

When I got home I told my family all about it. They were surprised that I actually liked my first day of middle school. I ate my dinner and got ready for bed as soon as possible. After I got ready I went to bed so early because I was so excited for what was going to happen the next day. It was another day to wait

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.

Before long, I had started my first day of school and it had gone pretty badly. First, I had to spend over an hour getting everything set up and organized which made me miss my first class. Secondly,

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

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

I woke up, it was Monday the first day of school at Cupertino Middle School. I got up and took in the eye shattering light from the Sun's burning rays, and got ready for middle school being careful to make every little detail perfect like my hair, shirt, and of course school supplies.

I was so excited my first day going to school and in the first grade

In the beginning of high school, I struggled due to the fact that I didn't take it too seriously. I loved to postpone everything until the last minute. My grades were never failing, but i had a C+ average. Although I never failed, I wasn't the happiest with my grades. Around the mid sophomore year I started to try a lot more. When junior year rolled around I ended the year off with a B average, which made me feel a lot better with myself. As of senior year, all i'm focusing on is work and school, nothing else is relevant at this point.

I put on my worn jean shorts and my favorite blue sparkly shirt. However, the minute I walked down the stairs my stomach began to feel queasy and my eyes began to water, today was the day we were moving. I walked outside and was greeted by some of my best friends from preschool and we spent the day eating barbecue and playing my favorite games, tag, and hide-and-seek. At five o'clock, I hopped in my car seat and drove to what my mom said was a hotel, but I thought was a castle, to sleep over in with my best friend Claudia Larson. We jumped on the beds and sang songs with our siblings until eight when we had to go to bed and say goodbye.