Personal Narrative: My First Day Of Middle And Public School

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.

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.

The school was very far away, inside this old neighborhood, and was on the other side of Columbia; while we were passing the neighborhood, I had this eerie feeling and I didn’t like it, I knew from there this isn’t going to be a fun experience. My sister, my mom, and I got inside the school and were settled in from there; my 5th grade teacher name was Karen Bowling and she was the sweetest and kindest teacher, if it wasn’t for her I probably wouldn’t get comfortable with the new school and new environment that quickly. I made a few friends but still was shy and reserved, but I made a best friend that year her name was Kathryn Hamm. She had the same thinking like I did, she was funny, and we got attached quickly but by mid year things changed. I suddenly gained a lot of weight; I started looking very healthy, I had hair on my face,

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.

Let’s jump ahead again, this time to my first day of school. Morris Knolls High School is one of the top high schools in the US. Their curriculum is rigorous and their standards are sky high. Also, this was a completely new environment for me. I didn’t know how high school worked and this wasn’t the type of town I was used to. Living in suburbia and attending a school with different demographics than I was used to scared me. I now lived 30 minutes away from everything I grew up around. But the thought of having a fresh start excited me. No one knew me, I was a nobody and therefore free to completely change myself.

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.

Middle school was a very big transition for me. I went from a class of 20 people to a class of 35 people and one classroom to six classrooms! At first I was very anxious because I had been in class with the same people continuously for most of my school life, and now I would barely see those people. Over the past two years of my middle school experience, I have lost friends, made better friends, learned more, matured, and became more independent. Middle school has taught me how to be independent. I had learned that I could not rely on my teacher to remind me that I need to turn in my work, that I needed to figure out my problems myself, and that I needed to ask for help if I need it. I am very grateful that middle school has taught me all

My middle school experience was nothing short of the typical cringe-worthy school pictures, embarrassing fashion ensembles, feisty friendship fallouts, and awkward bodily changes. I nonetheless made the most of my three years in the “big kid wing” of Owensville Community School.

This narrative is about my years of middle school. I look back on my kindergarten days and wonder why I didn't care if I had many friends, why I didn't care what everyone thought of me. in my first school years of elementary school, I remember instead of playing on the grass the teachers only let us children under 3rd-grade play on the concrete blacktop whereas everyone else gets to play on the grass field. if I get hit in the stomach nowadays and land on this asphalt paved concrete I try to play it off like nothing ever happened, when inside I’m screaming. I try my hardest not to let out even the faintest of grunts because of what other people will think, while my mind is fighting against me to just let it out, of course this is unlike me when I was younger, because at that age either I was too busy focusing on anything and I would just bounce back up or because I didn't care what people thought of me and I let everything out without hesitation.

I chose to be a better person, although me and Breeanna did probably had 10 fights the whole year. We got to hang out more and went to math help together. I decided to bring her to church, It was 5th grade our last year in this school. Then I found out, about half way through the school year, I was moving, not to another house not even anywhere near by. I was moving to Hawaii. I told Breeanna and we decided to be pen-pals. We decided a great deal of things. None of them happened and things fell apart, She was still my best friend. The last time I saw her was at her baptism she gave me a necklace that said “A true friend reaches for your hand a touches your heart.”

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.

We met on the first day of eighth grade- my best friend and I. Upon walking to the cafeteria, it felt obvious that first day jitters filled the overly decorated and colorful middle school hallways with anticipation. The time was approximately 10:45 in the morning as hungry students quickly shuffled their way passed each other in a race for their meals. I remember the familiar smell of square cut pizza filling the sunlit lunchroom as I made my way towards the last available seat of one of the many round tables occupying the room. I noticed that every seat had been claimed by recognizable faces, except one, a small girl with ivory skin and light purple braces. With only one vacant seat to her left, I unknowingly sat next to someone that would become a major influence for the next five years and counting. Madison Faith proved to be the smartest, funniest, and most loving being I have been blessed to call my bestfriend.

As a child, I didn’t have many friends, I moved a lot due to my mom’s work, so making good friends was a rare thing for me. Between kindergarten and third grade I went to three different schools in three different states, being the new kid, every year made it difficult to ever build close relationships with anyone. At the end of third grade, our family finally settled in one place and that’s where I met my neighbor and once of my closest friends, Stacy. She is a year older than me, and if you know about the politics of elementary school being friends with the older kids automatically made you cool. Stacy helped me make friends and survive school in general. But, eventually we had to split up, she went to middle school and under normal circumstances in a year we would once again go to the same school. But, elementary school is where I devolved a passion for math and science, so my mom and I decided going to a STEM school would help me explore this passion. At this point in my life Stacy and I started to drift, every month we would hang out and catch up. But, as the years progressed, Stacy and I saw less of each other, although there was never a time where we didn’t hang out during breaks. The summer of seventh grade I didn’t see Stacy for a month straight, I would go to her house once a week to see if she was around but her mom would always repeat the same phrase “sorry sweetie, she isn’t home right now”. Three months after I found out Stacy had Leukemia, for a whole month after I got this news I spent my time researching Leukemia, I thought that I could find a cure and help my friend, but the more research I did the more helpless I felt. Although Stacy won her fight with caner and to this day is still one of my very close friends, the feeling that comes with caner is one I do not wish upon anyone. As of now my passion for science has grown exponentially and has led me to take multiple AP level science classes, because I believe with a growth ones’ knowledge of science and specifically biology comes a growth in ones’ ability to help those around them.

April 4th 2015 , for most people I know , it was an average Friday morning . For me and two (1)others , this particular morning was far from typical . A day , sure to never be forgotten , transpired by an event of such magnitude and significance , an event certain to change my life forever in more ways than I could have ever imagined . but will the darkness slithered off the granite counter top . As apprehensive as this morning was , I could say the least to be particularly nervous , being at the age I am which would be 17 . But in this incident where my life changed entirely , had much more built up on it than you would believe . It all started in the 7th grade I remember It completely , but I mean how could I not when it was my favorite class , social studies . No , I actually hated social studies back in middle school I liked the class (2)for one reason and one reason only , the girl who was in it . Having no idea (3)at the time I would be spending the next 6 years of my life with , which I bet is always the case (4)for one couple that trugs on through the years till graduation which we did . In your grade everyone knows everyone , . So it wasn 't like we were strangers . She was more of the pretty dallying type of (5)person with the expensive house and the always strict parents that went with it , which was the completely opposite of who I was . I was more of the noiseless crowd , who hung around with the " cool " kids (6)which (7)is the advertising football multitude