Personal Narrative Essay : The First Day Of Middle School

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

Starting middle school was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. There was a brand new campus to explore, but we were also nervously anticipating the academic program that was about to begin. Most of my grade had been together since the age of four and by this time there were clear social divides. There were the girls who were seen as popular, and then there was everybody else. You could say that I was part of the popular crowd, though at the time I didn’t notice myself standing apart from the others. As a group of friends we got on well, we’d hang out, go to the cinema, have sleepovers, all the usual things friends do. Then things gradually started to change.

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

I remember when it was time to go from being a 12 year old 6th grader, to a 12 year old middle schooler with a lot more responsibilities than I was used to having. I had to make sure all my homework was done on time (It took me awhile to get the idea of no late homework hammered into my head), asked for help when I needed it the teacher wasn’t going to help as much as the elementary teachers would do unless I asked, with asking for help was a lot harder than I thought it would be everyone was confused too, after awhile the teacher finally got tired of running around the room jumping from student to student, marched up to the front of the class and wrote on the board of how to do a certain assignment.

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.

In the school year of 2015-2016, I am a high school student now. I should be excited for this upcoming school. However, I felt nervous about this school year. I lay in my bed until my mom called me many times. After eating my wonderful breakfast, my mom and younger sister asked to get ready for school. I didn’t want to change my pajama. My dad called me from the downstair, “Iris, hurry up. It is time to school now.” I was unhappy to get out of my room. Even though I have been in the Memorial High School many times before this school year, I was afraid of being in my first day of school.

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

Middle school. The scariest place imaginable, at least for me. It’s my first time in a public school, all my life I have gone to California School for the deaf. I don’t know what everyone is going to think about me, i’m so scared but my mom tells me it’ll be good for me to experience the “real world”. It’s only me and my mom, my dad died when I was 6, he was in the marines. But it’s my first day of school and i’m really freaking out. But at least I will have my friend Emma, she lives one house away from me and were best friends. She’s not deaf, so at first it was hard for us to become friends. But one day she looked up on the internet how to say “Hi i’m Emma, let’s be friends” in sign language, and now we’re inseparable.

First day of middle school. I get up at my usual time, 06:00, and do the usual: shower, get dressed, do my hair, brush my teeth. Done. I come down stairs at 06:17 and I watch two episodes of Batman: The Animated Series. Then my Dad and Mom come down the stairs with my little brothers. Picture time. I grab my backpack and go stand in front of the front door. I smile and my Dad takes my picture. Then my Mom gets my brothers in the other car and my Dad and I drive to school.

My first day in middle school was so scary for me. I had just came to a new school district, South Euclid. I did not want to leave all my old friends and come make new ones. Even though I had started switching classes and having different teachers, It felt the same from what I was doing before. We still had to be quiet in the halls and walk in a straight line. At greenview we had teams; I was on team paris but It did not feel like I was in paris. My relationship with my other friends changed a lot, I barely talked to them or seen them except one friend, her name Is Jayda and till this day we are still friends. I got my heart broke by this boy named Antonio Hills, he was the perfect guy for me. Antonio knew I was the “new girl” so he thought

I walked in on my first day of middle and public school, terrified for my life. I had just switched schools from my private school that had closed down due to lack of funds. The previous year had not ended well for any of my classmates. I only had one person I could call a friend left. That person was Jake. Jake was really short for his age and wore glasses. He was mildly shy and quiet. But the reason I only had one friend left was because of what happened at the end of last year.

I was four years old when I started preschool. I attended a preschool called polka dots. It was located off of Springhill drive. I was enrolled in Chocachatti Elementary School when I was five years old. I stayed at this elementary school from kindergarten to fifth grade. Most of my childhood experiences came from elementary school. Starting elementary school was not a big deal because my preschool prepared me for it. My school was a very open school were socializing with other kids was easy. Especially, when there were play stations. We learned to share and socialize at polka dots. Kindergarten was not a big difference because we still had play time.

Seeing as it is the first day of school, I’m expecting anything, or almost anything; except for my girlfriend to tell me we’ve committed the unforgivable crime.

“Good morning Gabby! Wake Up!” My mom whispered. I slowly woke up smelled the sweet batter, ran downstairs and opened the door. I saw people taking a jog in this cold, bright, early morning. After the light blinding my eyes, I shut the door slowly and ran back upstairs. It was the first day of school. Me and my brothers were getting ready. I put on my favorite outfit and I ran back downstairs. I heard the steaming yellow eggs frying as my hot pop tarts popped out. I heard the sizzling of the batter on the pan. We were having waffles with eggs and pop tarts on the side. My brothers were in fourth grade and I was in first grade. When we were eating breakfast my brother was chewing with his mouth opened right in front of my face on purpose. When we were done with breakfast he then pushed me and I fastly fell down into the white tile on the floor. I got up , I grabbed my bag angerly and quick and I walked outside. When we all walked outside, My mom took a picture of us like the other years. When she went inside, we strolled around in circles on the patches of green waiting for the bus. After every step I took my brother was calling me names and annoying me. Stupid names that any sibling would call you that annoyed you.

“Come on Hailey it’s 6:30. We have to leave at 7:00 o’clock. You better not make us late this morning,” My grandma whispered loudly at my door.