Personal Narrative: My Experience In Middle School

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

“Stop being such a child!” A regular phrase that I heard when growing up through middle school. Whether they were kidding around or not, it really attacked me psychologically. As such, I was bullied for not being as mature as the other children around me. I really didn’t understand what the harm was with what I was doing. All that I simply did was continue to watch cartoons, draw, read comics, and other things that were apparently too kiddish to continue doing in middle school. It seemed in that time, people our age were pressured to act their age plus more. This left me alone most of the time, as I choose to do the opposite. I continued almost everything I did while I was in elementary school. Though the social knockback was tough, as being

Middle school for me wasn’t that fun because the teachers seem boring. The reason I found it boring because all of my classes from 6th-8th weren’t all fun because I couldn’t listen to music.Sure I had my friends but the assignments were boring or as exciting.The only time I was excited for something was my 7th grade field trip because it was a day without school, we to Medieval Times, we ate, watch a show and not do work for the whole day.I guess my 8th grade field trip but it was at the end of the school year.the last three days of

Week One: This week was an interesting week. I was at my church working and it was about that time for our yearly fire inspection coming up soon. So we were getting all of our building fire alarms panels renewed, and we had this one young guy name Adam Shabli from Cintas who came to look at our building. As the conversation continues we started just to talk about life and he asked me and the campus pastor if we were the pastors here at church. We replied saying yes and he had a shocked look. He said that we dress to fresh that he would of never knew. It was funny to us, and he started asking questions about Christianity. He grew up in a Jewish home, his parents are from Israel. He was shocked when we told him that we read the old testament.

My middle school experience was nothing short of the typical cringe-worthy school pictures, embarrassing fashion ensembles, feisty friendship fallouts, and awkward bodily changes. I nonetheless made the most of my three years in the “big kid wing” of Owensville Community School.

Where do I even begin I went through four years in the Middle School and now I am off to the High School for another four years. At first when u think about it and it is scary to think about going to High School but then at the same time it”s not even that bad. You're not that little kid anymore that’s in Middle School you are going to go to High School. You will always have those memories about your time her at the Middle School but now that we have hit a certain age it’s time to face reality and expect things from the high that we don’t get here at the Middle School. Now it’s time to talk about what’s most scary and most difficult at the High School.

This narrative is about my years of middle school. I look back on my kindergarten days and wonder why I didn't care if I had many friends, why I didn't care what everyone thought of me. in my first school years of elementary school, I remember instead of playing on the grass the teachers only let us children under 3rd-grade play on the concrete blacktop whereas everyone else gets to play on the grass field. if I get hit in the stomach nowadays and land on this asphalt paved concrete I try to play it off like nothing ever happened, when inside I’m screaming. I try my hardest not to let out even the faintest of grunts because of what other people will think, while my mind is fighting against me to just let it out, of course this is unlike me when I was younger, because at that age either I was too busy focusing on anything and I would just bounce back up or because I didn't care what people thought of me and I let everything out without hesitation.