Personal Narrative: Far Sixth Grade

Now comes the part about me. I am currently a senior at Mexico High School. I am a very busy person. I work at Taco Bell, and am in dance, gymnastics, cross-country, dance, band, and FFA. I have been dancing at Janet’s Dance Studio for 14 years and been doing gymnastics for ten years. In band, I play the flute and am a section leader and first chair.

My goals and aspirations for the 8th grade are to work as hard as I can, and to make Head of School. It’s going to be a great year, and I’m looking forward to it.

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

It's the last day of 5th grade. Today we’ll find out who our new teacher would be next year, and then it happened! Our teacher handed out our report cards and supply list and right on the bottom in big, bold letters, said the name. It was our 6th grade teacher, Mr. Persampire.

It was a normal school day at Brookhurst Jr. High in 7th Period were my friends and I were talking and waiting for the bell to ring so we could all go home and the school day would be over. Before I left I needed to go to the bike racks to get my skateboard so I could ride it home.

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

Throughout school, I have been determined to be successful in life. My education has always been my top priority. I have always been an honor student. In elementary school, I was always excited to learn. I was always on honor roll. In Jr. High, I loved all of my classes. I especially had a passion for math and science. I was

One thing I will never forget is my fifth grade year, it was one of my best moments. My class made ROVs, had a real life job, owned fake money and owned our own stores. The fifth grade really was the opposite of ennui and had new things right around the corner. 5th grade was by far the best school year of my life. And it all started with ROVs.

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

Fifth grade was a new year for everyone. Everyone starting to try being something they aren’t. I became really close with four friends in fifth grade, Alexis, Maya, Sadie, and Sophia. Sophia and I were born on the same day, in the same hospital, in a connected room, with only forty-one minutes between our births. We became friends in first grade, we were both in Mrs. Emerick’s class, then we were both some of the smartest and everyone asked us for help on classwork. Then our friendship came to a standstill for second-grade to the beginning of fifth grade. In fourth grade, in Penn Wynne Singers (chorus) Maya and I had assigned seats next to each other. We made each others’ acquaintance and gradually became friends that way. I was introduced

In Second Grade, I moved from Framingham to Weston and started going to Woodland School. I was a really shy and quiet kid in general, and it didn’t help that I was a new kid, too. For our ELA (English Language Arts) “class”, we sat in a circle and took turns reading passages from a book. I wasn’t a bad reader, but I was scared of having to read in front of everyone. In fact, I was so scared that whenever it was time for ELA, I would hide behind someone else so my teacher, Ms. Garcia wouldn’t call on me. When I was eventually called on (despite my best efforts), I gathered up all my courage and read the passage. I ended up reading it perfectly fine, and the experience helped me break out of my shell. After that, I stopped trying to avoid reading

Back in my fifth grade class I remembered how all of my friends and I were in the same class together. This meant having great time for us. Spending every day of class each other, and building a stronger friendship. Since we were all in the same class, we took advantage of the class believing that our teacher couldn't stop all of our mischievous behavior. We caused many problems for her. As fifth graders being immature was oblivious to us. It felt like a daily routine to cause trouble and give our teacher a hard time. We were loud kids that didn't show much respect. However, when we actually got in trouble it felt like it was the end of the world. We thought our teacher was the meanest of all, and we just thought about having fun. When fifth

In the Sixth grade i was motivated to get all A’s and B’s i make sure i study like a.It was my first day at school all my classes was good but i had one classes i had to face it was math i had hard time last years with math but this year i feel like i will get all A’s in Math.When i walk in i sat in first row so i could pay attention.My teacher walk in and Induction himself his name was Mr.Smith and he said all u have to do just pay attention in class and take note.When i get up to induction i was felt s onomatopoeia. I induction myself and said my name is Malik Jordan Booten is and said my favorite sport is

My favorite 8 grade lesson was when we dissected cow eyes. I liked this because we got to learn how the eye works step by step. Each group got to go their own pace and we each got to dissect part of the eye. I also liked it because it was pretty gross and and I wasn’t expecting what would come out of it. Dissecting the eye was very interesting because you got to see all the parts of the eye and how small some can be or even how some parts of the eye are just little holes. While we were dissecting the eye, I was surprised by how touch some of the pieces are. When we were trying to cut the eye in half we had a really hard time cutting through the muscle and fat. After we cut through one part of the eye, a bunch

Fourth grade was an extremely special year, yet i did not realize it at the time. The teacher for this grade was Mrs. Alba, a very strict teacher who was really trying to help me.I was a was a ten year old fourth grader thinking I do not need help, rather doing things on my own. Mad and frustrated were my feelings toward Mrs. Alba, because I had no idea what she was trying to do. Unknown to me I was going to find out.