Personal Narrative: Junior High School

Paul was going to go to Lake Windsor Middle School but because he had an iep he wasn’t allowed to play soccer. As a result, Paul saw that he could go to Tangerine Middle instead. He went for it because if he went to Tangerine Middle School he would not need an iep anymore and overall he would get to play soccer. He also made new friends and everyone seemed to be really nice. ’’We understand what a strain this will put on everyone’’(93-94).What this means is that there is a big confusion on if you can stay in the school or you have to transfer to Tangerine.All in all, Paul moving schools was a decision that was his choice and he chose to go to

The teachers bring their students together as they did a classroom exchange, so students can get a lot from each other and from the schools. Melanie, a smart girl who went to a Public high school, knew what she was capable of, and teachers also saw it in her that she would go off to college, but then she saw the other side which was the private school, while Jonathan also went to a Public school he did not see himself going to college and no teachers thought he would, and he ended up going to college. According to Chana Joffe-Walt, “you go through something to just get turned down there’s a waste to say would you’ve been better off not going to this experience” (“3 miles”). If Melanie would not have gone to the private school, which is the other side, she would have gone to college. As soon as she went to the private school, her way of thinking changed, and she saw herself not going to college anymore. Melanie thinks that she lost her opportunity of going to college just because she saw the other

Shawn Abdallah walked to school as usual. He rode the packed-shut elevator to floor 9 as usual. He trudged down the hall to Ms. Sweeney’s class as usual. Yet his father’s words rang in his ears. “You can only go to private school for three months. Then you can go public school for three more, on floor 17. Or you can try public school for nine. Then it’s homeschool for you. I’m sorry. We just don’t have the money anymore.”

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 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.

“Bye McKenzie! See you next year!” exclaimed my friend Kimberly, as i walked to my parents vehicle. I had finished my first year of high school successfully at Brooks County High. As I got into the vehicle my parents greeted me with a curious looking smile on their faces. I smiled back and wondered what news they were hiding from my brother, sister, and I. I asked my brother and sister if they knew what was going on, but they did not know. The suspense was almost unbearable for me to handle.

When her senior year came around she'd had a list of schools to choose from, but the idea of being away from home, away from her parents, and with no friends.... it had been terrifying. She finally had settled on the same school her brother had gone to. It wasn't the best choice academically, but it wasn't the worst either; Lloyd was a

In November, the air is cool and burns my face. The wind passes through my nose and it feels as if I am breathing in a thousand miniature razors. My finger tips and ears are numb. My right side aches where I had been elbowed in the ribs and my ankle from where I tripped just up the field. I hear my mom in the crowd, “Go, baby, go!” Even though, every muscle in my body screams for me to stop, I go. The pain does not bother me, neither does the cold. I am just happy to be here.

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.

I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described

Ninth grade came a long and for the first day I was a bit scared because it's a whole new school with a lot more new people but I had Tiffany my best friend and Mikayla a very close friend of ours. Throughout classes I had people I knew so I felt safe and eventually made new friends along the way. The year was one of my best school years because I was able to be myself and was accepted. I have so many memories with Tiffany and her boyfriend last year as well with other friends.

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

Yet, still being valedictorian and earning many scholarships remained just in reach. So far Mabel’s life was going as planned, though it was just getting started. Next year she would play ball at college, the scouts had already sent her acceptance letter. She was as excited as was nervous, for this college was her first choice. Everything was perfect, that is until the accident happened. It destroyed all she had going for herself, shattering her dreams, and turned her life upside

“I don’t what to go!” Mark shouted. “But you have to.” His mother responded gently, to avoid angering Mark further. “But why? It’s not like I learn anything there.” he exclaimed. “Well it’s not like you will learn anything here.” Mark’s anger grew before he left the room, slamming the do behind him. A few moments later, the doorbell rang. It was Mark’s Father, who had returned from work. “So, how did it go?” he asked. “Exactly what you expected.” “I see. We still have to send him there. Without an education, he will get nowhere in life” Mark’s father said. “But you know how he is. He doesn’t trust anyone. It won’t be long until he is picked on by the other students.” “But you can’t keep him here. You know that.” The two remained quiet

It was a crisp fall day in Colorado at my middle school, Lincoln Elementary. The leaves were beginning to change and fall from the trees as it was finally September. I felt them crush under my feet while I traveled up and down the pavement. The school’s recent addition of a new basketball court was a dream come true. I could smell the perfectly marked lines that were freshly painted on the court. My best friend Ryan and I often practiced shooting hoops at recess as we were both starters on our school’s basketball team. On this particular day, we were preparing for our first home game which was the next day. We had such an intense game of one on one that I completely lost track of time and did not hear our teacher blow her whistle to call our class inside.