Personal Narrative: My First Day Of Middle School

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.

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 first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

The bell rung and with my heart pounding out of my chest, I exhaled and sped to my first class. A million thoughts were running through my mind and I couldn’t have asked for more. A new school and a new start was bound to shake the nerves of my body and the air around me. My brain was spinning and my hands shook as I held onto the door that seemed to hide a different dimension. Oh wait, there was a line to get inside. As I fell in unison with my peers, I thought about this thrilling experience.

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.

My first day of middle school was all over the place. I had more classes then I did last year and had no idea where to go. My new school was 2 floors tall. I went up and down stairs over and over again. I didn’t know where my locker was or the combo. I was so not ready for middle school at all my life will never be the same because I will have multiple classes and teachers.

At the beginning of my 8th-grade year. It was a dry, hot autumn day. My first day of school, learning all my teacher’s name and learning where to go to the school. I was put in Advance Math and Science. Then, midday came along, and I look up and saw my next class, English. Hatred poured into my mind while walking into the classroom because I always got put in the class because of my speech impediment, being bored out of my mind because of learning the same rules repetitive. I sat on the last chair, next to the last window in the corner of the classroom. My teacher rushes into the room with a stack of papers in one hand and a coffee cup in the

The first day of school finally arrived, and I was extremely nervous. My heart started beating extremely fast the second I woke up. All summer, I was dreading the day I had to attend middle school in a new town with no friends. But it was finally here, and I was freaking out. Thoughts of rejection and of being an outcast were flowing through my head like a waterfall. I had to get up very early that September morning of 2013. Early enough that when I tried to open up my eyes, a pulse of drowsiness hit me and put me right back to sleep. School started 20 minutes earlier than my old school. Why would the cruel Board of Education members make it that early?

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

Fear. As I walked into the huge, unfamiliar building of Gibson Southern High School on my first day of freshmen year, I shook with terror. New teachers, new people, new classes, and a new environment that I yearned to explore, but anxiety filled my body. I had previously attended Haubstadt Community School, where I finally felt comfortable and now everything seemed frightening and different. Although my body told me not to, I forced myself to push through the day with a positive attitude. After all, this would be my home for the next four years.

As a result of the newfound freedoms that middle school promoted, I went from struggling to let my mother leave the house to not noticing her leave at all. With this came a new problem; I developed panic disorder. I do not remember much of this time because my anxiety inhibited my memory of it, but I can always recall the emotional and physical impact it had. School was my biggest enemy because I spent everyday begging not to go. I often found myself in the nurse’s office desperately wanting to leave. I missed weeks of school and was behind in class often, I could not keep up with the workload. Not only did it impact how I did in school, but friends were not friends anymore and family was shut out by a door with a lock. I told myself I could not feel this way anymore; it was taking over my life. As I started to understand what was happening and the motivation of not wanting to feel this way I was able to teach myself ways to calm down

Inspirations are not always easy to come by. You must be open to new experiences in order to find inspiration. Growing up, I was the shy, nerdy girl who always followed the rules and was nervous to try new things; that ofcourse changed as time passed. In our capstone class we are assigned a middle school student that we can mentor and help get out of their shell. The closest person that I had to a mentor was Casey Rainbolt.

I remember the feeling of my first day of middle school clearly. I walked inside my math classroom, and was directed to the table I should be sitting at. I immediately sat down, took my supplies out, looked around, and felt sick. It was a whole new city, and I didn’t know anybody. Seeing new people absolutely frightened me. All I wanted to do was go back to Nogales with my friends who I grew up with, but obviously this was not an option. Throughout the day I saw people hanging out with their friends from elementary school, I didn’t know anybody, so I stayed alone, which I kept on doing for the next month or so.

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.

“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