Personal Narrative: My Homeroom

I was told in the 4th grade that school will get harder and harder, I was told that middle school and high school will get harder than elementry school.

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

Ah, Junior High. Those awkward years between sixth and ninth grade when I had no earthly idea what to do with myself. I remember them well. I had to get used to being in a school that wasn’t an elementary school, the way older kids were acting, and how things were in my new school.

At twelve-years-old, starting Junior High was struggle for me. It wasn’t because anyone was bullying me or because my friends left me and I was surrounded with drama, it was actually personal inflictions. Junior High was stressful, the natural fear of not being accepted at me, a few months before my dear friend Ruby moved from Clovis to San Francisco. It was all just a lot, and in sixth grade I felt a little… betrayed by my long time guy friend. It hurt to know we’d never be friends again, no matter how hard I wanted to start over. That, and just being a normal teenage girl, I was often feeling misunderstood and under deep pressure from my family. It was a very depressing few years and there were even times when I became jealous and hateful and I

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

I attended Castle Elementary for one year and then went to Sing Lum Elementary for seven. I was really scared to come to junior high. I was just a little kid stepping into a big school. I had heard that junior high was really hard and that you got a lot of homework. I was concerned that my classes were going to be all over the place and I was sadly right. My first impressions of the school were that it was huge. Junior high is different than I originally thought because I actually meet a lot of new people. I also became friends the people who went to school with me before but I was never friends with.

Junior high was not kind to me, being known as the nerd of the school… well, let just say it was not pleasant, everyone took advantage of me and teased me, but out of all the hell fire junior high brought the only foundation I had to keep me afoot was my lifelong friends, Abby and Janice. We grew up together and did the same things together we were called the three musketeers. Our group was complete everyone brought different thing to the table. Abby was known to be the blunt and fiery girl that many people adored because of her honesty, Janice was the pretty and trendy one whose personality could make anyone want to befriend her, as for I …well I was the smart, caring, clumsy girl who would be there for my friends ,as well as them protecting

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.

Fifth grade was a new year for everyone. Everyone starting to try being something they aren’t. I became really close with four friends in fifth grade, Alexis, Maya, Sadie, and Sophia. Sophia and I were born on the same day, in the same hospital, in a connected room, with only forty-one minutes between our births. We became friends in first grade, we were both in Mrs. Emerick’s class, then we were both some of the smartest and everyone asked us for help on classwork. Then our friendship came to a standstill for second-grade to the beginning of fifth grade. In fourth grade, in Penn Wynne Singers (chorus) Maya and I had assigned seats next to each other. We made each others’ acquaintance and gradually became friends that way. I was introduced

Ah, middle school. A time full of changes both emotional and physical, development of the search of who you are as a person (morals, values, passions, etc.). This time can be extremely confusing, ecspecially for a common transfer, such as myself. Based on the difficult transitions to three different schools in five years (Linden Waldorf, Franklin Road Academy, and Currey Ingram), I’ve never really had the “normal” experience for my schooling. Also, it’s always been very difficult to maintain friends due to my defensive tendencies while still maintaining consistant A’s and B’s. Now, I’m transferring for the fourth time and I’m sure I’ll transfer at least two more times before college. Through all these transitions and natural development throughout all four years, I have become much more confident, determined and self-motivated, and passionate in my life.

There is not really much to speak on concerning my middle school years. As with most teens this was a difficult and awkward time for me. I had mastered the bullying thing so this was no longer a factor or a concern for me. However, doing this time, I was speaking up for all the other little voices who were having a hard time in school with bullies. I thought of myself as the bully’s advocate and I was winning.

When I first entered fifth grade, I was excited, but by the end of the day, my teacher talked to me about skipping a grade. I thought that skipping a grade was exciting. I would get to be with my best friends and be treated older. At my first day as a sixth grader, I felt great, a little behind, but I felt that this is where I belong. Those feelings soon changed as the school year progressed.

Back in my fifth grade class I remembered how all of my friends and I were in the same class together. This meant having great time for us. Spending every day of class each other, and building a stronger friendship. Since we were all in the same class, we took advantage of the class believing that our teacher couldn't stop all of our mischievous behavior. We caused many problems for her. As fifth graders being immature was oblivious to us. It felt like a daily routine to cause trouble and give our teacher a hard time. We were loud kids that didn't show much respect. However, when we actually got in trouble it felt like it was the end of the world. We thought our teacher was the meanest of all, and we just thought about having fun. When fifth

At Mid-Valley, in my junior year, I had homeroom in the Biology lab. At Mid-Valley, most vo-tech students had Intermediate Algebra in their sophomore year, Biology in their junior year, and another mathematics course in their senior year. Most of the students in my homeroom had Biology first period. A few of us who had mathematics at vo-tech had Biology as sophomores, so our first period class was Chemistry.

Bell rings, my yearbook class starts. I proceed to sit down, pull out my Mac, headphones in, now I’ve teleported into my working world. Everything around me is blacked out now. All of my focus is directed toward the end goal. To produce a yearbook that could be printed before the end of the semester. Doing repetitive tasks aren’t just boring, but also time consuming. “There had to be a better way,” said the engineer within me. The so called better way was found. Using my programming skills I automated the page creating process and made it export it into a PDF file.