Personal Narrative: My Elementary And Middle School

I attended Heritage Middle School in East Cleveland. There were kids coming from everywhere: Superior Elementary, Caledonia Elementary, Chambers Elementary and Mayfair Elementary. I had came from Mayfair Elementary school. Middle school was definitely different from elementary school, there was a lot to get used to. The first day of school is always nervous to me, before I get to my class I’m wondering will I have the some of the people I had in elementary school. I was a little relieved to see some other the people I knew in my class. But the other faces I wasn’t familiar with . Switching class was hard to do at first do as time went on it got easy. Having more than one teacher was a huge adjustment for me because just two months before

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

When I got use to the school I did not feel like a little kid.I had new friends and all my classes were fun. The teacher

Starting at a new school as an 8th grader is hard because I didn't know anybody except I Play football so I met like 5 people that go to this school but weren't so close to them. I have gotten closer but I miss going to the school I went to in tigard. The first week or so was hard because i didn't have clue what the building looked like so I sometimes got my classes mixed up or had to search for them.

shy kid It, but it didn 't stop me from befriending some of the loud

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

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

Transferring from elementary to junior high was a big change for me and my classmates. Many of the things that scared us was having lockers, trying to find the rught class rooms and meeting new and bigger people. The only students that we knew were the kids a grade ahead of us and they all pitched in to help us find everything we needed. Having a new principal was also a different experience. Meeting Mr. Davis for the first time everyone was a little scared since we didnt know anything about him and that he was a little loud. But we would later realized that he would be one of our best friends.

Elementary school is hard. Mrs. Valerie, my first grade teacher, gave us a math worksheet, and it was easy up until I got to the back side. There were four long word problems! What does she think this is: middle school? Only I said it in my head. If she heard that, I would have gone straight to the principal’s office. I started the first one. I read all the words swiftly until I got to a word that I had never seen before in my life. It was only four letters: A-L-S-O. It looked like a whole different language. “When you come across a word you do not know, sound it out,” my mom would always say to me. I started to sound it out. “A-L-O-S,” but it was wrong. “A-L-Y-S-A-W,” I tried again, but it was still wrong. I did this over and over again thinking I was never going to get it. At the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Valerie walking around. Oh no, she is going to think I cannot pronounce simple English words. I pretended like I was hard at work on another problem until she walked past me. Now I just had to figure out what the word meant before she came around again. I tried everything that I could possibly think of. I tried to sound out each letter, and I

As 8th grade started it was the worst few months in school. My brother and I only had each other for friends. We would go to lunch together and sit next to each other and talk about how much we hated the new school. The only reason why I was able to make a couple of friends was because the principal had to ask a student to introduce us to his friend group. I felt embarrassed that I could not make one single friend.

First day of school as a ninth grader must be the worse/best feeling ever as a teenager. Being a freshman in high school after being the upper classmen in middle school felt very disappointing. It felt as if I was starting all over again. Which I was. High

Growing up in a predominate white town served a huge challenge for me growing up. Yes, my mother has as much diversity as a blank sheet of paper and my dad is black, but even though I am biracial I have never felt too deeply connected with either side growing up.

In my younger years of attending elementary school were always difficult. I was constantly moving schools I never had the opportunity to fully

In kindergarten, preschool, and even part of first grade my life seemed great. I loved school, I thought it had to be the most incredible thing ever, I got to ride the bus to school, see my friends and show of how smart I believed to be. I had lots of friends, we would share stories, play on the swings, and color together. School gave me the opportunity to learn knew things and impress my brother. School had to be the most genius idea in the world.

My first year of junior high school was something I will never forget. My parents never really had to attend parent-teacher conferences for me, nor did they have to worry whether or not I was having trouble in school. All my report cards came home with excellent grades and conduct to go along with them. This is how the first 5 years of school went for me. When I entered the sixth grade, things changed drastically. Not only was I attending a school where my nationality was the