Personal Narrative: My First Year Of Actual Middle School

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?

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 a normal school day at Brookhurst Jr. High in 7th Period were my friends and I were talking and waiting for the bell to ring so we could all go home and the school day would be over. Before I left I needed to go to the bike racks to get my skateboard so I could ride it home.

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

Middle school. The scariest place imaginable, at least for me. It’s my first time in a public school, all my life I have gone to California School for the deaf. I don’t know what everyone is going to think about me, i’m so scared but my mom tells me it’ll be good for me to experience the “real world”. It’s only me and my mom, my dad died when I was 6, he was in the marines. But it’s my first day of school and i’m really freaking out. But at least I will have my friend Emma, she lives one house away from me and were best friends. She’s not deaf, so at first it was hard for us to become friends. But one day she looked up on the internet how to say “Hi i’m Emma, let’s be friends” in sign language, and now we’re inseparable.

Middle school for me wasn’t that fun because the teachers seem boring. The reason I found it boring because all of my classes from 6th-8th weren’t all fun because I couldn’t listen to music.Sure I had my friends but the assignments were boring or as exciting.The only time I was excited for something was my 7th grade field trip because it was a day without school, we to Medieval Times, we ate, watch a show and not do work for the whole day.I guess my 8th grade field trip but it was at the end of the school year.the last three days of

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.

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.

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.

The stress of entering into a new school is always a scary experience for some kids, but it always ends up being better for them in the end. My first day of middle school was the worst day of my life because I was very antisocial and I did not know anyone. I got knocked over a few times, and had some embarrassing moments. After a few months however, it turned out to be a good experience.

First grade is the first time when I really wanted to fight someone. This experience occurred at lunch time during school and this kid named Dylan was really irritating me. Dylan kept bothering me and pinching me during lunch and throughout recess. I was getting very mad and I wanted to fight him. Just like Ulrich and George, who both wanted the same land, wanted to fight each other. I was considering tackling him or just tripping him but I didn’t know when I should do it. I decided to tell my friend Ben about the situation.

My first day in middle school was so scary for me. I had just came to a new school district, South Euclid. I did not want to leave all my old friends and come make new ones. Even though I had started switching classes and having different teachers, It felt the same from what I was doing before. We still had to be quiet in the halls and walk in a straight line. At greenview we had teams; I was on team paris but It did not feel like I was in paris. My relationship with my other friends changed a lot, I barely talked to them or seen them except one friend, her name Is Jayda and till this day we are still friends. I got my heart broke by this boy named Antonio Hills, he was the perfect guy for me. Antonio knew I was the “new girl” so he thought

You’re not a little kid no more, I used to hear that all the time. That's when I was going to middle school. My first day was cool, I was nervous because this was my first time going to Euclid schools and I didn't know anybody in the school, It felt like I was outcast. However my teacher made it worse when she told me to come up to the front of the class in tell the class about myself. But after all that was over I met this was one kid, we became friends that day, till this day that's one of my closes friends. I didn't change at all just got a little smarter and wiser. The teachers in middle school was kinda hard on us, but most of the time they are the nicest people you would ever meet, it was always one teacher in the class, it was always one teacher in the classes, but itself this one math class it was two teachers in there, that was my favorite class.