Personal Narrative: Changing My Class In Elementary School

In 2015 when i was in 5th grade i changed schools to lafayette parish school and the food was BAD.And the kids were mean well alot of them.The wait for our parents and the long line of cars,and they made us pay alot of money.So we moved to scott middle and i liked it some of my friends were there and the gym was fun the food was good unlike the other school.But it changed my life because i used to be like a little trouble maker well not that much but until i came here i was not so much trouble.I was happy and i loved the teachers and it made a change in my life i dont really like the teachers that much over here i love them,and the work may be hard,but i know it no matter how hard it is i will get

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.

Harry Potter, Junie B. Jones, Narnia, Lemony Snicket, Hunger Games, Lord of the Rings, Goosebumps, Magic Tree House, and the Boxcar Children: Popular book series that most kids get into. I never did. Ever since school required mandatory reading, I perceived books as hassles. School effectively turned me off of reading for pleasure. Going into middle school, where students have regular book reports and summer reading, I faced a challenge. To make it by I had to learn to live with books, as they played an integral part to my career as a student. However, my current state of mind labeled reading a hassle and wanted nothing to do with it, necessitating change. Transitioning from elementary to middle school, I matured both physically and intellectually.

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

I was always told that things would change in highschool. You would meet new people, find new friends, and even discover a new class that amazes you. No one prepared me for what was going to happen Sophomore year though; no one saw it coming.

Week One: This week was an interesting week. I was at my church working and it was about that time for our yearly fire inspection coming up soon. So we were getting all of our building fire alarms panels renewed, and we had this one young guy name Adam Shabli from Cintas who came to look at our building. As the conversation continues we started just to talk about life and he asked me and the campus pastor if we were the pastors here at church. We replied saying yes and he had a shocked look. He said that we dress to fresh that he would of never knew. It was funny to us, and he started asking questions about Christianity. He grew up in a Jewish home, his parents are from Israel. He was shocked when we told him that we read the old testament.

The big thing for me in middle school is the fact that I am changing. I am getting stronger, faster and smarter because of me changing. My interests are changing a ton because I’m trying to figure out my life and still make friends and be me. I’m also starting to notice girls quite a bit and begin to figure out my friends and such.

Elementary school is hard. Mrs. Valerie, my first grade teacher, gave us a math worksheet, and it was easy up until I got to the back side. There were four long word problems! What does she think this is: middle school? Only I said it in my head. If she heard that, I would have gone straight to the principal’s office. I started the first one. I read all the words swiftly until I got to a word that I had never seen before in my life. It was only four letters: A-L-S-O. It looked like a whole different language. “When you come across a word you do not know, sound it out,” my mom would always say to me. I started to sound it out. “A-L-O-S,” but it was wrong. “A-L-Y-S-A-W,” I tried again, but it was still wrong. I did this over and over again thinking I was never going to get it. At the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Valerie walking around. Oh no, she is going to think I cannot pronounce simple English words. I pretended like I was hard at work on another problem until she walked past me. Now I just had to figure out what the word meant before she came around again. I tried everything that I could possibly think of. I tried to sound out each letter, and I

2010 is the year everything changed, for me at least. It’s the year I started middle school. What this transition changed was not a religious or intellectual belief but a belief about society. The belief that people are the same.

Growing up in a predominate white town served a huge challenge for me growing up. Yes, my mother has as much diversity as a blank sheet of paper and my dad is black, but even though I am biracial I have never felt too deeply connected with either side growing up.

Through Out elementary school I was bullied. I never really wanted to tell anybody, because I figured no one would believe me. They only saw what what on the outside of me which was a pretty, little, intelligent girl. Every time I got on the bus I was scared because, every day they would make fun of me. I used to think’’ Is it my hair, the way I dress, or are they just making fun of me.’’ Every night I told myself I was ugly and no one liked me. Then eventually I just stopped talking to most of my friends. I lost most of them. When I came home from school my step-dad used to ask me “How was your day?’’ I just said good and went upstairs and cried. I just felt like their was’nt enough room for me in this world. I used to even think my mom did’nt like me at one point. When ever I

I am a first grade Dual Language Spanish teacher in an urban district in the state of Connecticut. I teach Language Arts, Math, Science and Social studies in Spanish to my 23 homeroom students, 10 boys and 13 girls, and teach Spanish as a second language to 24 students that are in my Dual Language English partner’s classroom. In my homeroom more than half of the students are English Language Learners, and for many of them this is their first year in an American school. I also have 5 students with special needs. In my Spanish as a second language class I have English Language Learners, but there are no students with special needs.

Looking back to Junior High makes me notice why I changed schools the next year. Seventh grade was a long year that I will always remember and the amount of things that took place, will never be forgotten. People change, friends change, and feelings change. Especially with my closest friend Kara. She was fun. I liked hanging out with her better then my friend Joan from pre-school. Me and Kara were bad though. We would misbehave all the time, go out somewhere where we weren't supposed to and do things that we know we shouldn’t be doing.

The smell of Crayola crayons and old paperback books wafted through the room as I walked into my first grade class on my first day of school in the United States after moving from Costa Rica which granted me temporary comfort. My classmates busily hustled around me as I shuffled over to my seat. I clumsily plopped into the dark blue plastic chair at my desk. I momentarily enjoyed the bliss of coloring before the boy next to me introduced himself and said he liked my shirt. I stumbled to reply and when I finally formulated an answer it left my mouth with jumbled structure as I said, “I like your shirt green.” At the time, my English was not very good. I had trouble speaking and forming sentences in the correct order in English. The boy noticed

Stepping onto sticky white tiles and blending into the hustle of people shuffling to class seems simple. Sitting on worn plastic chairs and rustling through my backpack for a pencil also seems simple. However, as I straighten up and listen to my friends talking about their weekends at church retreats and mass, everything becomes a little more complicated. As a Hindu, I hold different beliefs but have, nevertheless, learned to collaborate with others around me of diverse backgrounds and religions.