Personal Narrative : My Experience Of Starting School In The Middle School

Before the first grade, we moved around a few times before ending up here in Sylvania. As a child, both my parents worked full time jobs and I was always at after school day cares or at my grandparents houses, never really got to spend a lot of time with friends or was able to socialize with many people. So growing up most of my time was spent with my brother and I thought nothing of it. As I grew up I began to realize that I had become stuck in some bad habits. My brother and I weren't asked to help around the house much but when we were we never listened. But to my surprise there were no consequences for our disobedience. At the time I thought I had it good. Around the time I got too middle school I began to realize the problem. I began

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?

As I went through 1-9 grade school I finally found grit. Going to St. Mary’s during 1-6 grade school getting up at 6:30 every morning just wanting to hit the snooze button so I could get that extra hour of sleep in. After getting ready for school, I would get on the bus, three stops later we would pick up these annoying foster kids that gave me a headache every day because they would shut their mouths that I would have to push through school with. Then building up all the energy sitting in 1-2 classrooms the whole day waiting for recess so I could let it all out. Since I pushed through those challenges, I was able to move on to middle school. During my two years of middle school three out of the five days of school, I would get up at 5:30 and

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.

In the school year of 2015-2016, I am a high school student now. I should be excited for this upcoming school. However, I felt nervous about this school year. I lay in my bed until my mom called me many times. After eating my wonderful breakfast, my mom and younger sister asked to get ready for school. I didn’t want to change my pajama. My dad called me from the downstair, “Iris, hurry up. It is time to school now.” I was unhappy to get out of my room. Even though I have been in the Memorial High School many times before this school year, I was afraid of being in my first day of school.

I worked at Fairview gardens in Sauk Rapids until they closed for the year and i will continue working there after school ends. Fairview Gardens is a floral nursery and at my time working there I learned allot about plants and enjoy gardening during some of my freetime. Something interesting about me is that i'm a vegetarian, i've been a vegetarian for half a year now. I also enjoy volunteering at the saint cloud hospital during summers. Working there taught me how to be mindful of others, good work ethic and many more.

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.

It was the first day of middle school and there were millions of people. At the beginning of the day I was so nervous. Okay Kelly, you can do this...you can do this...We all went to our first class.

This personal narrative is based on my first day of middle school. On my first day of middle school I woke up with feeling nervous not knowing why I felt this feeling, maybe it was from the fact that I didn’t know the teachers or the schedule, I got dressed ate breakfast and slowly packed up my stuff. I than ended up at the school still feeling nervous, as I waited hoping that the day would be over already, the bell suddenly rang ai then knew that I had to see what the next three years of my life would be like. As the door opened I then started feeling nervous again.

The beginning of elementary school was hard without knowing a lot of English, because in my family we just talked in Spanish but I watched television in English so I knew a couple of words. I still remember the first thing we did in class, it was writing our name on a paper, then trace it with glue the cover it with glitter. I loved going to Miller the elementary school I went to because in our school, we had the same teacher for two years. My first grade teacher was Mrs.Hall and I still remember I had two best friends in that class, funny thing was there both name was Jose so the teacher called them Jose P. And Jose M.. Everyday talking about our favorite shows and about soccer. In 2nd grade I still was friends with everyone in the class

“Beep beep beep” was the sound of my alarm going off. It was the first day of school and I was beyond nervous. I had gone through many other first day of schools, but the first day of middle school was different. I was afraid of going to middle school. I did not know if the teachers would be mean, or the seventh and eighth graders would be scary, or if I was going to fit in. I still can remember the first day of school vividly. I got up and got dressed in the new outfit I had laid out the night before. I ate breakfast and went through the rest of the getting ready process. My mom drove me and my best friend and next door neighbor, Belle to the bus stop. Belle was one year older than me, so she was a seventh grader and the first day

As I walked in in the first day of middle school I was looking where to get

First day of middle school. I get up at my usual time, 06:00, and do the usual: shower, get dressed, do my hair, brush my teeth. Done. I come down stairs at 06:17 and I watch two episodes of Batman: The Animated Series. Then my Dad and Mom come down the stairs with my little brothers. Picture time. I grab my backpack and go stand in front of the front door. I smile and my Dad takes my picture. Then my Mom gets my brothers in the other car and my Dad and I drive to school.

On the very first day of sixth grade, it was everyone else’s second day of middle school. I came late to the two merging elementary schools. The reason I missed I went to the funeral for my favorite uncle and was shaking in fear as I walk into the school doors. I didn’t know how to open my locker, didn’t know my schedule, and certainly didn’t know where I was going. I got the obvious question on why I missed the first day. Many teachers asked as they stood in front of the classroom, and I had to try to say it in front of the whole class with a fake smile on my face. The phone rings in my period ¾ math class. “Emily to guidance please,” my teacher sneered.