Personal Narrative Essay For Middle School

Nice breeze with warm air. Through all of the seasons fall is my favorite. It's not too hot or too cold, it is just right. Everyone can do lots of things, and we can enjoy the nice weather.

The air is crisp and the leaves are changing, that’s how I know its fall. It’s Friday night, the stadium lights are on and we’ve just scored a touchdown, you can hear the cheerleaders chanting, the crowd shouting, and the band playing the George Wythe fight song. The air is chilly; it’s perfect for oversized sweatshirts, fuzzy boots, and pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks. These are the simple, beautiful things about

What can be more dreadful than autumn? Every year we say farewell to summer and always think of it as the end of the world, to tell the truth, me, too. Undoubtedly, there are people who are fascinated with autumn, they like it. Anyway, it’s a beautiful time of the year, very picturesque and bright, especially during September. Leaves are red, orange, yellow, golden brown and amber. The air is cool, crisp and the sky looks darker and more boundless in the evenings. But…it’s autumn and nothing can be done till the next June. It’s like a damnation and a punishment for relaxed and carefree summer we’ve just spent.

For me however, fall marks the beginning, not January. Fall is when summer leaves us and a new school year begins. I shed my summer shorts for a backpack weighed down with books and make an effort to show off what’s left of my fading summer tan. Fall is when all-nighters are pulled and teachers find a way to drown us in homework. “Homework” by Allen Ginsberg seems to depict the stress a new school year causes. Many students struggle to “find the off switch” in their personal lives (Students Lack School-life Balance,Vicki Abeles) during a hectic school year, including myself. Fall not only brings unwarranted stress but a potentially golden opportunity to redefine myself. If I opt to do so, fall affords me the chance to cast myself in a different light to my peers, my friends, and my teachers. For me, fall brings both immense potential but also robs me of the carefreeness of

Fall is here! The air is getting crisp, the leaves are changing to beautiful autumn hewes and the idea of sitting by the fireplace sipping your favorite hot drink makes you smile. Of course, fall is the time for Halloween and Thanksgiving, too. Which means fall crafts, apple or pumpkin spiced everything, fall fashions and layering! So, sit back with your favorite hot beverage of choice and enjoy a few of our favorite activites, crafts, and of course fashions that the whole family can enjoy.

It was a chilly fall morning, and we had a big day ahead of us. We were going to play in the barn. The grass was wet with the early dew, the grass was nice and short and the smell of freshly mowed grass was still in the air. It was a late fall morning and the air was fresh and cold.

It may have been a little windy, but that was expected considering it was the middle of October. There were leaves; so many leaves. All the different colors of the trees in the distance made the moment so much more entrancing, especially the view right ion front of her. Even the smell of the contrasting circus foods was tolerable when she explored his eyes. To her, they seemed like the only thing that mattered. She just wanted to get closer. She wanted to-

The lights encased in their glass cases were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. They were hanging from dainty looking poles, flowers engraves in the dark metal. My eyes lit up with every look I gave, in every direction I looked, it was the most beautiful place I had ever been in. The path under my feet was made of concrete, but it was the color of the night sky, black with little white stars dotting in every direction. The tall oak trees that seemed to wrap around the path made it seem even more inviting to me. The temperate fall air was blowing against my rounded cheeks, causing small bits of pollen to stick to my dew dusted face. The sound of music was emanating from the building ahead of me, more lights seemed the shine from that

I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.

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

Blowing warm air into her hands, she trudged across the street towards her condo. Her back was aching from the mass of textbooks she carried in her backpack. Her winter boots had filled up with snow, and made her feet feel like over-frozen popsicles. Through the front window, she saw the twinkling lights of their Christmas tree, all decorated and sparkling. She shuddered as she walked up the stairs towards the front door. As she opened the door, immediate warmth filled her body. She felt like melting. Hot chocolate was all she could think of.

On February 13, 2018 at approximately 1803 hours, I was dispatched to the Walmart located at 8701 US HWY 19 Port Richey, FL in reference to a stolen wallet. Upon my arrival, I made contact with the complainant / victim, Delmarie Mangual. Delmarie advised she had been shopping at the store when her light colored rectangular wallet broke off of its strap after she had checked out. She advised the wallet fell without her noticing somewhere between the registers, the general merchandise exit of the store and her vehicle.

Ugh!!!!! How can i make money in this stupid town? Keno yell loudly while his hand was on his face. (Keno was darksin with blue eyes , black hair , and he carry around a sword with wings which his farther gave him before he left to travel the world.) Hmmm i wonder if there any fighting competion going on i town?! As i walked down the busy street i seen a post board with all type of prize winning money competion ...I walked to the board and the first then that caught my eye was a sword pulling contest , A smrik came on my face and i grab the poster and started to walk down the road which would lead me to the contest.

The most nerve-wracking ordeal for any singer is executing a solo. Performing in an ensemble can be stressful in its own way, but making an error in that setting is far less of a problem. If one vocalist sings slightly flat or enters at the wrong time, it is hardly noticeable and is typically covered up by the rest of the choir. However, this safety net does not exist for the solo singer. All of the pressure to sing with near perfection falls squarely on your shoulders.

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.