Personal Narrative: My First Day In Middle School

On the opening day of school, I got to meet my brand-new teachers, introduced to my new classmates.Following the first day of school, I felt a little better concerning myself.I was not afraid anymore because I understand that Middle School is like, it is not different from elementary school, it is simply a little harder.

Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.

Starting middle school was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. There was a brand new campus to explore, but we were also nervously anticipating the academic program that was about to begin. Most of my grade had been together since the age of four and by this time there were clear social divides. There were the girls who were seen as popular, and then there was everybody else. You could say that I was part of the popular crowd, though at the time I didn’t notice myself standing apart from the others. As a group of friends we got on well, we’d hang out, go to the cinema, have sleepovers, all the usual things friends do. Then things gradually started to change.

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.

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.

My first day of middle school was extremely difficult for me. I was nervous in my first class, I took a seat next to people that I knew in all my classes. There is no work on the first day, and the teachers basically tell you the same thing. As for lunch, I just found a friend that I used to hang out with last year, and then I found other people from my group from last year, we found a table and ate. I knew that I will like it a lot more than elementary school. In the middle I learned that I needed to work harder and become wiser. Not to let people get in my way of my education. I liked having several teachers instead of just one or teachers. I did not like sitting down in one class all day and I like to move around. I got the opportunity to have new people in each one of my classes. Finally going to middle school gave me to get a new experience. For some reason they work in middle school became easier for me instead of harder. I always thought going to a new school that the work

While growing up I only moved once from a quiet and tranquil apartment to a home near a train and friendly neighbors. The move wasn't that drastic due to me being young but I had to start school. School was very startling at first but as the days went on I became a bit more open. My family was a big help in that too because they talked to me about being myself and I shouldn't be shy when around strangers.

“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

Growing up, there are always those few girls in elementary, middle, and high school that are just cruel. They roam the halls picking on other people, making them feel bad because they have nothing better to do with their life. Middle school was when I first experienced the harsh and painful words of those mean girls. While in middle school their words didn’t affect me much, it may have made me think about my appearance every once in a while; but their words didn’t affect me as much as it affected my friend, my suicidal friend.

“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

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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.

When I was 5 my family and I moved to California. We moved to a small city named Hemet. I started school here since kindergarten I went to an elementary school called Hemet Elementary. The school was a nice looking school kind of old but big. Overtime, the school had a problem with a water leak and was flooding. Due to that problem they closed the school down and transferred every kid that went to that school to another school. Everyone got split up to different schools because there were too many kids to put just at one school. I ended up getting to go to Whittier Elementary for fifth grade. As I got older I went through puberty at an early age so in a way I matured up faster. I started to notice that I liked different things as I got into middle school. I wasn’t into childish

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