Personal Narrative: My Heritage Middle School

My first day in middle school didn’t seem that much different than elementary school only thing that was different was that we switched classes but we had our teachers telling us where to go for our next classes so it wasn’t hard. On like the third day of middle school I was very confused because we had all the big 7th and 8th graders there and the teachers weren’t helping us and telling bus where to go anymore so I would be late to class and my teachers would be mad. It was hard for me to transition to having several teachers instead of one because all of my teachers were very different we had some teachers that were cool and then we had some strict teachers. The work didn’t get much harder math did but not any other subjects, math was very difficult

My grandmother Lynne Murphy is who I chose to interview for my heritage project. This summer at a family birthday party I was speaking short phrases in Spanish while joking around with my dad. My grandmother, sitting beside us, joined in the conversation and starting speaking fluent Spanish. I had no idea she could speak Spanish, so I asked her, “How can you speak Spanish?” Before answering my question she laughed. She went on to tell me that she lived in South America for many years as a teenager. I didn’t have the chance to learn anymore about her childhood until this project was assigned. When I learned we were to focus on a family member’s experience growing up, I immediately thought about my grandmother and the interesting life she seemed

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

The months went by in a blink of an eye, and it was the last week of school. My classes for the rest of the week, we're watching a movie and eating pizza ,but only people who had a good

Little Falls Community Schools have taught me so much knowledge in my thirteen years. I thought I knew a lot of information when I entered the high school, but I guess I was wrong. These past four years I have learned so much material from my teachers. Four years ago, I thought economics only dealt with money and that calculus would be really hard. Turns out, economics is not just about money but also about externalities and market structures; however, calculus is still hard. I have absorbed many different kinds of knowledge in my four years at Little Falls Community High School.

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

I, currently as a student at Ruth Thompson Middle School, have contributed to the community around me in many ways. In my school, as of now, I have been part of the RTMS Tech Team, which includes in helping students with technology, helping teachers set up with assemblies, open houses, replacing PC monitors, and a lot more. As part of tech team, I have also helped with things that are relatively tedious, like sorting out a whole room of cables. Yes, I will do it again at JFSS if I’m assigned or have the opportunity to. Also, I have helped with jobs that may require a little more skill. In my school, I have tried, along with a team of other students, try to install Chrome OS on unsupported hardware, which if succeeds, will be installed on more

I started middle school at Bethany Middle school, I had my two older cousins going to school with me. One is the same grade I am and the other is two years older. It was nice having them but we all hung out with different crowds and sometimes we would not agree on the same things so we would not always get along. My first day of middle school was not as bad as i thought it would have been due to the fact that the Bethany middle school was not big at all. My 6th grade year was tough for me when it came to school work, i was used to the work from Central Elementary school and the Bethany Schools were much more strict and left a lot of homework so it was a big change for me. I remember my English class was the hardest along with science but I

“Hey! Do you want to go to the bonfire tonight? I can drive if you want!” I heard the question my friend asked me, and it gave me anxiety. Sure, I wanted to go to the bonfire. However, that meant I had to ask my parents if I could go. I did not want to answer their list of annoying questions. That meant I had to change my clothes from the sweatpants I was wearing. I did not feel like wearing jeans and a cute shirt. That meant I had to socialize with people. I did not have that kind of energy right now. What was the alternative though? My evening would otherwise go as follows: eat dinner, sit on the couch, and throw in a good movie. Pondering the question, I typed back to my friend. “Let me ask my parents!” I did not ask my parents and instead chose to not be social with my friends and stayed inside my comfort zone; that bothered me.

History is written by the victors. Bringing my middle school history lesson on the American Revolution to the dinner table, my brother snarked that I was a sheep for believing that our founding fathers were the most noble and perfect men simply fighting tyranny. A bit embarrassed, but more driven to eventually upstage him, I began questioning every rendition of the facts. I started seeing a clear bias everywhere from CNN to my history textbook. People like packaging the truth into tidy schemes splitting the world into black and white to best serve their interests.

Dusten, Amie, and I all came home from middle school after a pretty rough day. Well, it was a rough day for me. I opened the garage door so we could enter the house because we never used the front door. When I opened the door, though, I was not expecting to see what I did. In a kennel that looked like it could fit a full grown dog, there was a little puppy. An english bulldog to be exact. When he saw us, he started barking at us. So I walked up to the cage and started to pet him through it. This calmed him down and he soon stopped barking.

The significant event I am about to share is about my transition from going to a public school my whole life to suddenly switching to a private school named Brampton Christian School. The following story mostly involves me, and a little bit of my sister. At age four, I started school at Sir Wilfred Laurier Public School, where I made the first few friends of my life. I graduated in grade six, and headed onto middle school, at William Grenville Davis Sr. Public School, an opportunity to make new friends. Near the end of grade eight, we had a huge friend circle and we were all looking forward to going to the same high school (Turner Fenton SS). A couple days into summer, all of a sudden, my mom’s friend recommended her BCS, telling her she could

It was a Thursday afternoon. As I stepped outside I could smell the fresh breeze of Spring air. I was excited that I got to miss the last 2 periods of school to go to my track meet. As the buses left to go to Discovery Middle school, I could feel all my excitement start to build up. When I was on the bus I heard someone yell my name.  I turned around to find out that it was Kenna. Kenna is She came over and sat next to me.