Personal Narrative: My First Year Of 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.

In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the

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.

After reading the article of “The First Day of Middle School” by Allan, Mucerino, a principal in Ensign Intermediate School, I had the exact feeling as this

Throughout middle school and the beginning of high school I faced many challenges with my grades. These challenges made me grow and help shape who I am today. In my early teenage years I would view my school work not important. My perspective on priorities were all wrong. As I became older and matured I realized that. I realized school is the most important thing because my future depends on how I do. I realized if I want to go to a good college and have a successful career I have to work hard in school to get there. As high school went by my grades got better and I saw a better version of myself. My grades went from C’s and D’s to A’s and B’s in all my classes. I began to be attentive in class, and be productive and take notes. I did my school

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

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.

Middle school years were my least favorite years of school. The kids that I thought were my friends had become my biggest enemies. I will admit that in middle school I wasn’t the skinniest girl at the school. I had gained weight over the summer and was too oblivious to see it. Now that I am in high school I really wish that I wouldn’t have let those kids bother me so much.

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.

Starting my 6th-grade year of middle school my dad often said, “I have no clue how to do this problem, sorry but your on your own son.” My family was unfamiliar with the rigorous courses I were taking so I was left to my own devices. This sense of independence is something that has become a part of who I am as a person and is a skill I have developed over time. This fundamental value of independence is something that has shaped my success over the years as well as played a role in Coolidge’s successes in his path towards and during presidency.

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 day of middle school. I get up at my usual time, 06:00, and do the usual: shower, get dressed, do my hair, brush my teeth. Done. I come down stairs at 06:17 and I watch two episodes of Batman: The Animated Series. Then my Dad and Mom come down the stairs with my little brothers. Picture time. I grab my backpack and go stand in front of the front door. I smile and my Dad takes my picture. Then my Mom gets my brothers in the other car and my Dad and I drive to school.

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.

As a young black girl in a predominantly white neighborhood and elementary school, I was content. When I entered middle school I was not accepted. The other black students didn’t understand why I had white friends. I became extremely depressed and anxious, thinking there was something wrong with me. In my core classes, I was not harassed, however, in my elective classes and lunch that was not the case. PE, band, and lunch were always a struggle for me. I could not get away from their constant and consistent taunting.

There I was, in the corner of my bedroom,asking myself was I not attractive enough, intelligent enough, plain out good enough? My eyes were red as blood, my tears were falling down each side of my cheek. My heart fell into a million pieces. How could someone hurt you so poorly? But he did, he left me feeling insecure, and worthless. I’ve been trying to put myself back together ever since.