Personal Narrative Essay : Personal Experience In The Middle School

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Back in middle school around the 6th grade I was a bitter person. Having been hurt from past and present situations I was not keen on forming relationships with other people. I always kept to myself, never causing any trouble and sure to keep far from it by turning the other cheek. Then one day the student occupying the seat beside me mistakenly took my school pack believing it to be his own. I had only become aware of the mistake after he had begun leaving out the classroom’s door. Before he was able to reach the schools exit i managed to catch up to him; informing him of the mistake he made. With that brief encounter a small friendship began. Everyday afterwards the same student would spark a conversation with me before classes began. He

Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.

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

Middle school was the worst three years of my life. From getting bullied to getting suspended each year of middle school, I learned that it’s not that pleasing and not that great. I honestly would say that I strongly dislike it and would never go back and do it over again because it was boring as can be, too much bullying, and getting suspended. I have learned my lessons and thought about what I've done.

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

Where do I even begin I went through four years in the Middle School and now I am off to the High School for another four years. At first when u think about it and it is scary to think about going to High School but then at the same time it”s not even that bad. You're not that little kid anymore that’s in Middle School you are going to go to High School. You will always have those memories about your time her at the Middle School but now that we have hit a certain age it’s time to face reality and expect things from the high that we don’t get here at the Middle School. Now it’s time to talk about what’s most scary and most difficult at the High School.

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

I remember when I was going to the middle school becoming a seventh grader and on the second day of school, I spotted my first love. Little did I know that he had a girlfriend. I didn’t pay her any attention because of the fact that I liked him so badly. By the way, they were on and off so I wasn’t stun nothing about her. Days were passing and I was watching him like a hawk. I didn’t know his name until one day, his homeboy came to me that morning and said, “my boy poke said wassupp?” I was blushing so hard but I played it off so I wouldn’t just throw myself out there to him. However, I said, “okay” meaning yes. He then walked away going back telling him what I said and that’s when I went to my 1st period class. While I walking there, I was thinking to myself “his nickname is poke.”

Middle School is a time in adolescent’s lives where their physical, and equally important social development, is at a delicate and crucial point. For those who inherit socially favorable genes, certain aspects of life become easy, and those individuals can go through life rather nonchalantly. However, the life of a pre-teenager and a young teenager is difficult when you’re only as tall as other kid’s sternums and weigh less than the book stuffed backpack you lug around all day.

Elementary and middle school was a very interesting experience for me. The school I attended from kindergarten to 8th grade was a diverse school. I had a lot of ups and downs while going there. Overall being there allowed me to grow as a person and introduced me to different things. It also help me achieve high in academics.

I was enrolled in a band class in Rochelle middle school in the eighth grade. It was somewhat in the middle of the year when the elementary students came to visit and get a tour of our school for most of the day. The whole day I saw fifth graders walking up and down the hall with their teachers, peering into the classrooms. Naturally, I was excited to see the new kids exploring my middle school and wanted to impress them with my senior title, which I did. I conversed with some of the kids on my way to different classes and tried to ease them into the idea of going to school here. When the bell rung for band class, all of the band and drama students had to report to the auditorium to give the kids a performance. After all of the performances

I remember walking through the halls the first few days of middle school feeling the different vibes that the students were giving off. It was definitely not the positive energy I was used to, but instead a negative sensation. I felt like I was the only student trying to do what was right. I knew I did not belong in that school as soon as I heard a certain degrading comment from one of my classmates. The girls were constantly getting remarks made about them, but this one made me cringe a little more than usual. The comments never bothered the other girls as much, but they made me just want to cry. The teachers would never say anything to the boys and would let them get away with it. When students were not making derogatory comments, they were

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.

Ah, middle school. A time full of changes both emotional and physical, development of the search of who you are as a person (morals, values, passions, etc.). This time can be extremely confusing, ecspecially for a common transfer, such as myself. Based on the difficult transitions to three different schools in five years (Linden Waldorf, Franklin Road Academy, and Currey Ingram), I’ve never really had the “normal” experience for my schooling. Also, it’s always been very difficult to maintain friends due to my defensive tendencies while still maintaining consistant A’s and B’s. Now, I’m transferring for the fourth time and I’m sure I’ll transfer at least two more times before college. Through all these transitions and natural development throughout all four years, I have become much more confident, determined and self-motivated, and passionate in my life.