Personal Narrative: My 7th Grade At Penelope Middle School

I have always played the same three sports in elementary school, baseball, soccer and basketball but the summer before 7th grade I wanted the try something new and play football but because I didn't know much about it I was having a hard time deciding if I was going to play or not. But When football season came around i signed up.

I started middle school at Bethany Middle school, I had my two older cousins going to school with me. One is the same grade I am and the other is two years older. It was nice having them but we all hung out with different crowds and sometimes we would not agree on the same things so we would not always get along. My first day of middle school was not as bad as i thought it would have been due to the fact that the Bethany middle school was not big at all. My 6th grade year was tough for me when it came to school work, i was used to the work from Central Elementary school and the Bethany Schools were much more strict and left a lot of homework so it was a big change for me. I remember my English class was the hardest along with science but I

Going into seventh grade my life began to change rapidly. I became incapable of enjoying fun times with my friends, the pain in my stomach was the only thing I could focus on. I had no idea what was wrong. Specialist after specialist hear my case and ran tests. Three years later the idea of an anxiety disorder began to be tossed around. I have since then been diagnosed. This is not another sob letter or success story. Every day I struggle and I let it define me from time to time. But it has changed the way I see the world. It is no longer a place of “can’t” but a world of open windows. People say the grass is greener on the other side, but the grass is softer where I am.

When I first stood at the bottom of the B-building stairs on August 19, 2013, almost every sixth grader was anxious. We were all waiting for the three-chime bell, and when it did ring, we all stampeded up the stairs like a herd of elephants. But I don’t think that it had ever come to me or any of my peers that change would hit every student, including myself at fifty miles per hour and as loudly as the sound of our feet running up the stairs.

It all started when one day, when Jonathan decided to pull my skirt up while I was throwing away some trash in the wastebasket. As he did so I pushed him off me, and at the same time the teacher saw the commotion that was going on. The teacher didn’t allow me to explain why I had reacted that way. Instead of letting Jonathan or any other peers give the explanation on the incident, she got up from her chair furious. She grabbed me by the shirt and slapped me on my back leaving a mark.

I thought there was no lesson that could be learned from this situation but now looking back I have learned so much. I’ve learned that sometimes not talking about what you been through can cause more damage. I’ve also learn that no matter how alone you feel, you don’t know who else is going through a similar situation and all they want is to see somebody else come out of okay. But the most important thing I have learn from this incident was that the phrase actions speaks louder than words is a true statement, because not everybody can verbally express what they are going through but make up for that in other

I had the ultimate decision of who was worthy enough to play a part in my life. She was not. In that moment, I no longer cared about how many friends I had; I cared about my well-being and how the people in my life were treating me, and how she treated me was not okay with me. Quality not quantity. What’s the point of having a ton of friends if I can’t trust or rely on them? I was done with putting up with one-sided friendships just because I felt as though I needed a lot of friends. If I have at least one true friend, I will make it through life just fine; and even if I didn’t, I have family that will always be there for me. There’s no reason for me to allow myself to be belittled in order to hold onto a friendship that’s not even worth

For the next few days I am on my A game. I haven’t been getting in trouble, I have been turning in my work on time, I am passing all my classes. Just when I start to do good, someone has to ruin it. Let me tell you what happened. I was walking to class and some kid comes and bumps into me for no apparent reason. So I turn around and snap “Say excuse me next time,” and he turns around and says “Or what?” and then pushes me. My anger gets the best of me and I charge at him but not before a laser is fired directly at the kid. Before I could even recognize what had happened it had already made impact. Next thing you know, there are at least 5 teachers on the scene grabbing me and taking me to the office where I am to meet with Mr.Roberto. As soon

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

I took her hand sanitizer to coax her into giving back my things. It smelled so good, I considered keeping it. But her anger interrupted my inner debate. She'd called me “fatty” with no other context (nine years later, and she's still apologizing for it because of the impact it made). Now, I've been picked on my size, but that hit hard. She was my friend. A girl at the back of the bus, Annie, smacked her on the back of her head. I don't promote violence or anything like that, but I believe in justice. Even so, Annie’s retaliation didn't satisfy me. I wasn't mad at Kayla. I was mad at my cellulite. My rolls. The jiggle in my cheeks and my legs when the bus hit a bump. Hurting Kayla wouldn't suffice, it wasn't her fault. It was my problem, and it was something I'd have to solve on my own. I began by skipping

In the middle of elementary school, I was starting to be embraced upon a culture of conformity and embarked on adversity trials that helped form my sense of literacy on social interactions and self-identity. The children started to bully me with hurtful words and emotional pressuring me into questioning my own self-identity. I was grown to see the best in others and be kind, yet as time passed I was left hurt without warning. Ever since I was first born, I have always been skinny and my height has only increased towards my approaching adult years. When the physical defense option when being bullied is utterly useless, you are left with a hard conundrum. Towards the last few days of elementary school, I was outside trying to play with the other children. I recently broke my arm in a scooter accident and wasn’t able to play very well, despite I was equally terrible with two fully functional arms. I remember trying so hard to fit in with the “cool” kids at the time, by attempting to play with them. Instead of simply saying I was not welcome, one of the boys through the football as hard as he could into my broke arm. The amount of pain I felt made me burst into tears, as I try to hide behind a tree to hide the shame of crying. As a child, you want to be accepted and feel wanted by others, yet I wasn’t staying true to myself. I was not a great athlete and those children did not like

By feeling so low, and so hopeless, they finally made me open my eyes. I didn’t deserve this. I don’t deserve to be treated like I’m some sort of toy. People can’t just keep lying to my face, and expecting me to just come running back to them. That is not how it works. Not everybody in the world has the intentions to hurt me. I can’t just shut people out my whole life, thinking that they see me as just a person that keeps coming back after being harmed. That was when I just put a stop to it. I wasn’t going to have the reputation of the girl that takes too much negative activity and keeps giving people more chances. I stopped putting myself in situations of where I hung out with those people. I wanted to hang out with the ones who had only good intentions for me. No doubt, I definitely didn't want to surround myself with the ones that continually hurt me without feeling a thing. There was nothing in the world that could explain to me why they could hurt someone, and have it literally not affect them at

Never allow yourself to be made a victim, accept no one’s definition of your life, but define yourself (Tim Fields) because I myself became a victim of bullying. I was greatly intimidated by my opponent for she was much larger than I was but also much aggressive. This moment allowed me to become stronger and stand up for those who were getting bullied as a matter of fact student along with some staff members created a club in which student would go around school overseeing those who were being disturbed or simply arguing to help promote peace and a non-bully society which I thought was a great

Fast-forward to the middle of the school year. The bullying had gotten worse and the girls had even went as far as to add me on numerous Facebook accounts and make fun of me anonymously. I had created a little friend group by this time. With about three or four constant friends who were always there if I needed to talk and help me get through some of the bullying I was a victim of. However, still not wanting to cause problems, I began to lie to my friends when they would ask me, "Are you okay? Are those girls still talking about you?" I would say,"Yeah, I 'm fine. They haven 't talked about me in days." However, they didn 't know that what I was saying wasn 't true. I was afraid that if I told my friends they would begin to be bullied as well, and that was a pain I wished on no one. I continued about my life acting as if this didn 't affect me but slowly it became more and more impactful. There was numerous times I would stay home sick from school because I was afraid to be made fun of. I wouldn 't talk to anyone about this not even my closest friends. My insecurities began to pile up while my self confidence was

I’ve been bullied before, I wonder how anyone else feels about it, sometimes what they’ve done to prevent it from happening again but not me, I just let it get to me. One year and six months ago I was having a very bad time at my school, getting bullied and getting in trouble for no reason, so I decided I wanted to move. My best friends tried to prevent me from going but, in the end, my mom found a house close to a school named, “Robert Taft Middle School.” This was a new start for me and my mom.