Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Working In Middle School

I was told in the 4th grade that school will get harder and harder, I was told that middle school and high school will get harder than elementry school.

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).

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 remember when it was time to go from being a 12 year old 6th grader, to a 12 year old middle schooler with a lot more responsibilities than I was used to having. I had to make sure all my homework was done on time (It took me awhile to get the idea of no late homework hammered into my head), asked for help when I needed it the teacher wasn’t going to help as much as the elementary teachers would do unless I asked, with asking for help was a lot harder than I thought it would be everyone was confused too, after awhile the teacher finally got tired of running around the room jumping from student to student, marched up to the front of the class and wrote on the board of how to do a certain assignment.

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.

Middle school was quite a bit different from my younger life. I was moving to a different school, starting football, going from being very short to above average tall and learning that school was much harder now. Football was definitely taking over my life and would continue for the duration of my education at the middle school. I had broken my finger my first season in first grade and then again the second year. The first time hurt pretty bad but by the second time I had done it I continued to play with it taped tight to my other fingers. To fix the second break from the extra damage of using it so much the doctor decided to pop it. It only got worse from there so we went to a different doctor and they gave me a cast. Later we learned that

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.

going to middle school. This will be my first year of middle school; I’m in the 6th grade. The extraordinary change from elementary to middle school was challenging on me, like having to make friends, or having older kids, I don’t know at the school who are intimidating. On the other hand, I didn’t show it like on the first day I hopped up with glee, but Lyle stayed on the ground saying C’Mon. When they called 6th grade to go to class I shouted “LET’S GO”. When I got to 4th period I started to realized middle school can be frustrating trying to get from class to class going all over the country it seems like with only four minutes to get there, Also for me trying

From the first day I entered my new middle school, I knew that my life was about to change forever. The countless modifications, some good and some bad, were about to mold me into what I would become at the end of 8th grade. Getting more involved with my community, becoming more athletic, and being kinder are just a few of the things that I think that I have improved upon. I have also gained some not-so-good qualities, which include biting my nails, not being as smart, and lying to myself about many things. Overall though, I think that I have made tremendous progress and have blossomed into a great student who is ready for high school.

In my life, I’ve faced many challenges. However, one of the most significant challenges I’ve come across is the challenge of adjusting to and pushing through my first year of Middle School.

My first year of Middle School was awesome. Although I only knew a few kids I made ton as the year moved on. The sixth grade has been jammed packed with exciting events and has been one of my favorites that I will remember for ages.

I do not know many people who look back to middle school and view it as the time of their life. For me, middle school consisted of frizzy hair, braces, and figuring out how to get out of the mile during eighth period gym. Compared to the other kids, I could be categorized as a “late bloomer”, and held onto my innocence for as long as I could. I did not disturb the status quo of things, and did everything I could to avoid confrontation. I did as I was told and did not question authority. I believe this can be contributed to the fact that I was still trying to figure out who I was, what I believe in, and had yet to come into my own. Confidence was something I lacked and I truly admired those who had it. It was not until a choir rehearsal in eighth grade that my view of myself changed.

Other’s see the empty hallways, staircases, sport fields and classrooms as a time to replay the good times with their friends laughing, being stupid or sometimes sadness. What I relive are the memories of my classmates laughing at my attire, crushes humiliating and degrading me or even using my intelligence for their own personal gain. High school was like my middle school experience; just older and matured people who knew how to make bullying unnoticeable. I felt like:

The compass is a tool that was used back then to guide people and get them to where they needed to be. This tool was very important because if people had no direction in life they would be lost and without purpose. My four locations in life are friends, my grammar school, to be a better person, and temptations. First, my friends are my north. They always help me to do the right thing and guide me along my journey. They always have my back and are my role models. My friends always make me feel happy, and I do not know how I would navigate myself without them. Second, west is my grammar school, it has helped me grow in knowledge and maturity. My grammar school is my past and has made so many changes in my life. My grammar school strengthened