Personal Narrative: My First Day Of 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

When I got introduced to middle school approaching the first day of school, I possessed a lot of various feelings.I was afraid, had butterflies in my stomach, and assumed that middle school was going to be a challenging four years of my life.Basically, I was extremely nervous and excited for the opening day of middle school.

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.

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.

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.

It was the first day of middle school and so much had changed in just a few months. It wasn't because I was going to a new school, it was because 7th grade was the year I decided I was going to wear the hijab. A hijab is a scarf Muslim women decide on wearing as a cover for their hair; a way to show modesty. I never thought that something that I had grown up around; would be such a hard thing to do myself. I grow up with me mom and sisters wearing the hijab; I never once saw it affect them in their daily lives, so I never thought it would affect mine. When the time came and I decided to wear the hijab; none of my friends expected it, everyone started asking me questions about it. Even though I didn't mind answering the questions, I just

I stepped into Mrs.Swartz’s 2nd grade class and I was frozen because,none of my friends were in her class.Just a ton of strangers.On the outside it may have looked like I was calm,but in the inside I was going all over the place,and I was so scared.There were name tags with cute apples on them,and all I could think was”Oh great,I have to sit next to a boy.”There was this girl in my group that seem a little hyper.Well,maybe more than a little hyper she was like “Hey!What’s your name!” and I whispered in a shy voice”Dinara.”Then I asked her and she said “Bri.”

A time I faced a challenge was the beginning of the 7 th grade and my first year of actual middle school. I was not doing well the first few months of school and didn’t understand the work and I was shy and not open enough to talk to my new teachers. I would not understand the material presented in class and was not motivated. Towards the end of the first semester I was failing most of my classes and my highest grade was a C. I did not know what to do with my life I and with all the stress building up on me I didn’t know what to do . Until one day my mom wanted to do something about it and saw me challenging this action helped changed my life.

It was the second semester in middle school when I met my now best friend Jennifer. We were both in the seventh grade attending Smitha Middle School. I remember it was around the time we had all just come back from the winter break. This is a story about a beginning of a new friendship.

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.

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.

It was the morning of the first day back to school. I was a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. I did not know what to expect, but I was very anxious to try something new. I had been homeschooled since third grade, so I wasn’t expecting to know anyone. As we drove up to the entrance, all of a sudden my heart starts racing. I didn’t want to get out of

At the end of middle school, I had this idea that there were lockers in the hallway and you would get 15 min in passing to go to your classes. My sisters told me this was wasn’t true , but I believed it because I had seen it on TV. My sister used to talk about the bridge at school; in my head I imagined it to be small wooden bridges dividing the school into 3rd for each program (M, H, and LASI). My sister also told me about a pool on the 5th floor.

When I was in middle school I started slowly throughout my school years and was never caught up with anything. In Middle school I was like a boat without a paddle in the open sea, you could choose to swim, not knowing if you would survive or if you will make it to shore. But it’s better than just sitting in a floating boat in the middle of nowhere. Now that I’m in high school, I realized that I had to change the way I do things differently from middle school. I took the chance and dived into the roaring sea and took a chance. Having to keep pushing through the water was like me pushing on in high school and getting work done. If I don't keep pushing on through the roaring sea it would end badly. I realized that I have to keep pushing on and