Narrative Essay On Junior High School

I know recently I have been really making you guys proud by doing so well in school and I am too. My junior year is rapidly coming to an end and the reality of applying to colleges and choosing a major is finally settling in. Before you know it, I will have a diploma in my hands and I will be off to a prestigious university. It is so scary how I have grown up so fast, but I need to live my teenage years to the fullest before they come to an end.

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

I was about to face my greatest challenge in my new life. How to fit in with people in middle school. Arriving in America was already hard to adjust, what more can it be with my school life. It was in August when my school started. I was already nervous, and I haven’t even step foot from this mysterious school that I’m about to spend 2 years of my life.

Who we become as adults is molded from our experiences as children. Those from nourishing homes tend to thrive. Those from broken homes tend to be broken themselves. Those from struggling homes tend to want their family to stop struggling. That last case is evident with me. I think watching my parents live paycheck to paycheck has made me who I am today, prepared me for what I want to do, and made me do what I have done.

When I arrived here at college I was extremely disappointed with the selection of food here in the cafeteria. I frequently found myself eating only hamburgers and pizza over and over again, simply because I did not like the other choices. About four months into the school year I had do go to the doctor for a virus and when the nurse weighed me I was a little surprised by what I saw. I had gained a little over ten pounds, close enough to what some refer to as the “Freshman 15.” It is a common fear among college students that they are going to gain fifteen pounds during the course of adjusting to college life. However experts have stated that the idea of the so called “Freshman 15,” is not that accurate. Every college student is obviously

Ah, Junior High. Those awkward years between sixth and ninth grade when I had no earthly idea what to do with myself. I remember them well. I had to get used to being in a school that wasn’t an elementary school, the way older kids were acting, and how things were in my new school.

Hi today I want to say what a great year we have had and for the fourth graders and under it's going to be a great time here all the way to fifth grade. You might meet some new friends you might not you might like something new like math or science but my point is change is sometimes good and dont be afraid of change.

On the first day, I reached school at 8:50 and realized I still have 15 minutes till the school starts. I was very curious about the school since I didn't know anything that was going to happen. So I started looking at all the kids around me and how they were talking. I knew english, but I spoke very less since it was my second language in India. I started worrying about how things will work and when the school started I forgot which class to go to. I only remembered to go to green hall. I went inside and looked at the crowd in the hallway. I got worried because I didn't know how to recognize the teachers or to get to the right class. I saw Mr.Miller with his ID card on his neck so I went up to him and said "I don't remember my class sir," then he took me to Mrs. Steed's class. I got into the class and I didn't know anyone. Many questions

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.

Even though I was scared out of my mind, I never felt so powerful. A new school meant a new identity. It felt like new opportunites were on the tips of my fingertips and I wanted to take all of them. I wanted to dance in the middle of passing period, and dance no matter what anybody said about me. I wanted to join any club or class without any doubt in my mind. I knew that after staying at a school with the same people for 6 years, I would finally make more friends than ever before. With that in mind, I could have climbed mount everest or go swim with the sharks with no fears.

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.

My parents dropped me off at the front of the school while butterflies flew in my stomach. All I had wanted to do was run back into the car and slam the door shut, blocking out everything that was unfamiliar. But instead I took a deep breath and pushed open the doors. Everything had been so different than my old school, and I was scared if I would fit in enough. I walked down to the eighth grade hallway and another wave of dread washed over me. Everybody was in their groups, laughing and talking, just like I would have been if I was still back at my old school.

Once I got in and found my first class, I was not as nervous as I had been all morning. In fact, I started to get pretty excited. The classroom started filling up with people I had never seen before and I was pretty intimidated, but I was also ready to make new friends. My teacher came in about 20 minutes after I had made it to school and he introduced himself and told us about all the things we would cover throughout the year. By the time he was finished with his speech, all of my worries for the year had disappeared.

On the road my mind was racing about all of the possibilities. I had no idea what to expect during this move. But soon I enrolled to Landrum Middle School, and was finally hit with the reality that there was no going back. On the first day of school I started to notice that things were very different than what I was used to. For instance, this school was tiny, my old school was at least 3 times this size, and everyone knew each other but me. Secondly, the atmosphere was different, the whole school was a lot more country than the city life I was used to. Thirdly there was nothing to do in the tiny town of Landrum. In Atlanta there was always something going on. Finally, I had no friends, I mean i'm a very nice and outgoing person, but this school was not accepting of my differences at all.

The night before my first day as a teacher I was scared. It was something totally different for me; it was something I had never done before. Yes, I have made some microteachings at the university, but that was not the same as been in an actual classroom with kids observing you and waiting for you to teach them something. In my head, there were questions such as What am I going to do? What should I tell to the kids? Is this how it is supposed to be done?