Personal Narrative: High School Vs. Middle School

Coming to eighth grade on the first day was slightly scary for me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t have any friends on the same team as me and that I wouldn’t have a class with any friends. When I arrived to the homeroom, school didn’t start off as bad as I thought it would. Apparently I had more than one friend in my homeroom, which made things less awkward for the first time being in class.

From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

Middle school was just the beginning for me. When I came into the middle school, I thought I wasn’t going to survive but later on I realized it wasn’t terrible at all. I've made some great memories and the best one’s were here. Fifth grade was the start for me, sixth and seventh grade shaped my personality, and eighth grade made me come into contact with myself.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

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.

Sweat saturated every crease and contour of my hands as I neared the front of the lunch line. Inch by solemn inch, I crept closer—anxiety overwhelming me. What will they think of me? Will they laugh at me? Before I could muse their possible perceptions, I found myself at the end of the line.

What I thought 7th grade was going to be like was that we wouldn’t have free time after lunch I thought we would go to lunch and then go back to class but I was wrong. I didn’t think I was going to like Marlette high school. I guess I did after a month or so I started likening it. I thought it was going to be hard because of all of the older kids in the grade. I know half of the upper grade people. But I was afraid of the people I didn’t know.

Middle school was a very big transition for me. I went from a class of 20 people to a class of 35 people and one classroom to six classrooms! At first I was very anxious because I had been in class with the same people continuously for most of my school life, and now I would barely see those people. Over the past two years of my middle school experience, I have lost friends, made better friends, learned more, matured, and became more independent. Middle school has taught me how to be independent. I had learned that I could not rely on my teacher to remind me that I need to turn in my work, that I needed to figure out my problems myself, and that I needed to ask for help if I need it. I am very grateful that middle school has taught me all

There is a picture on my fridge of my two best friends and me on the last day of Kindergarten, rosy red cheeks, smiles that could light up the night on our faces, the innocence of being five years old beaming from our bright eyes. An image that might outlast our friendship, but will forever be in my mind. All through Elementary school these two remained my best friends. Our little circle of friendship slowly grew as more people started to enter our lives for different reasons and we developed small friendships that threatened to pierce the bubble of our little trio. Nevertheless, our friendship didn’t falter. I believed this was the way friendship would always be: a tight-knit group who would alway be by each other's’ sides, through thick and thin. And then came middle school.

Going back and rereading page 71, made me think about how unprepared I initially felt about starting high school. Before I had even started, I was worrying that I would be drowning in assignments and projects, and would not have any of the same friends from middle school. High school seemed so large and important compared to middle school, and I could not wrap the idea around my head that I was going to be a freshman. High school had always seemed so grown up to me and so were the people in it. I was nervous that I was going to hate it like every high schooler in the movies said they did, but after the first few weeks I realized it really was not that bad. I realized that high school was not that different from middle school and I did not

The first name was called and it turned out to be 1 of my friends.

Growing up, there are always those few girls in elementary, middle, and high school that are just cruel. They roam the halls picking on other people, making them feel bad because they have nothing better to do with their life. Middle school was when I first experienced the harsh and painful words of those mean girls. While in middle school their words didn’t affect me much, it may have made me think about my appearance every once in a while; but their words didn’t affect me as much as it affected my friend, my suicidal friend.

Inspirations are not always easy to come by. You must be open to new experiences in order to find inspiration. Growing up, I was the shy, nerdy girl who always followed the rules and was nervous to try new things; that ofcourse changed as time passed. In our capstone class we are assigned a middle school student that we can mentor and help get out of their shell. The closest person that I had to a mentor was Casey Rainbolt.

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.