Personal Narrative: A Letter To A Middle School

Automotive industry pioneer Henry Ford once said,“Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal”. Each and every day I live by this quote when thinking about my future and the obstacles that lay ahead. One hurdle that I can think to be the toughest is the transition from Elementary to Middle School. This was very terrifying for me as 11 year old juvenile. So what did I do? I made friends, did my best on my work, and looked toward the future. I wanted and still want my future to be finishing high school with honors, and working for United Airlines as a Captain. As a Sophomore in Park View High School, I have very much so passed the transition from Elementary to Middle, and feel good about how I overcame

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

It was March when I received the letter from Gwinnett County School , saying that I will be attending Berkmar Middle School for my 8th grade year. I smiled, but then the thought of my friends made my face to a frown. I guess things happen for a reason. Later, that day I showed my mom the letter and she asked “ What's that ?”

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

I went to three different middle schools. The first middle school I went to was Baldwin Arts and Academics Magnet. This was probably the best middle school out of the three. I had the most and best friends. They were all different, and they loved and understood me. The two things I hated about Baldwin were the stairs and the miles our P.E. Coach would make us run. The teachers were sweet for the most part, and even though I didn't do well because I wasn't accustomed to magnet school, they helped me as much as they could. The transition from public school to magnet school proved too tough for me, so I had to go to another school.

When I hear the word “survival”, I think of someone who has made it through the impossible or conquered a near death experience; but that isn't all that it means. According to the the Merriam Webster dictionary, “A survivor is a person who copes well with difficulties in their life.” Moving from elementary school to middle school taught me many new characteristics such as how to be more independent, responsible, and more open to changes.

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

There is a picture on my fridge of my two best friends and me on the last day of Kindergarten, rosy red cheeks, smiles that could light up the night on our faces, the innocence of being five years old beaming from our bright eyes. An image that might outlast our friendship, but will forever be in my mind. All through Elementary school these two remained my best friends. Our little circle of friendship slowly grew as more people started to enter our lives for different reasons and we developed small friendships that threatened to pierce the bubble of our little trio. Nevertheless, our friendship didn’t falter. I believed this was the way friendship would always be: a tight-knit group who would alway be by each other's’ sides, through thick and thin. And then came middle school.

“Have you ever had a ball. I have and it was in Groom TX Cafeteria.”

As a young adolescent the smell of a delicious home-cooked breakfast would be the reason for me to get out of bed on a sunday morning. My father would knock on my door and command me to eat breakfast and prepare myself or else we would run late to our church service. As we hurried to church, due to my lackadaisical attitude, I was often forced to sit in the first row to the stage. This was always embarrassing because as a child I was reserved, and I dreaded walking in front of everyone. As the hour long church services took place, I would find myself languishing away only to be alerted by the soft glares of my dad.

I could see the rain pouring down onto the track. It was the fall of my fourth grade school year. I was at Goddard Middle School for my fourth grade cross country meet. My fourth grade cross country race shaped me to be the person I am today by showing me the feeling of winning and it taught me sportsmanship. The rain, a monster, had been going on all day. People waited patiently around the track to hear if the meet would be cancelled. The rain was starting to form puddles of mud all over the wimpy track. The rain seemed like it would never end.

From the first day I entered my new middle school, I knew that my life was about to change forever. The countless modifications, some good and some bad, were about to mold me into what I would become at the end of 8th grade. Getting more involved with my community, becoming more athletic, and being kinder are just a few of the things that I think that I have improved upon. I have also gained some not-so-good qualities, which include biting my nails, not being as smart, and lying to myself about many things. Overall though, I think that I have made tremendous progress and have blossomed into a great student who is ready for high school.

My elementary and middle school years were excellent. I got good grades, on time to class everyday, never talked back to the teachers. I was the perfect student.

I hurriedly got my uniform on and waited for my mom. “Mom I am going to be late,” I yelled. (hook)

For my first extra curricular, I selected my role on Student Council. In Grade 9 I aspired to make a difference within my school community. I was one of two students elected to be Grade 9 Representative with a grade population of roughly 400 students. I took that year to learn the inner works of Student Council and that’s where my role within the school began. I took the time to get to know students on a personal level. I learned how to strive as a leader, by way of the executive members as well as those who were in the position before me. After continuing my involvement in Council the following year, I was again one of two students elected to be Grade 10 Representative. That year, I was given more responsibility to grow as a leader which increased my