Personal Narrative: My Middle And High School

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).

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

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

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.

There is a picture on my fridge of my two best friends and me on the last day of Kindergarten, rosy red cheeks, smiles that could light up the night on our faces, the innocence of being five years old beaming from our bright eyes. An image that might outlast our friendship, but will forever be in my mind. All through Elementary school these two remained my best friends. Our little circle of friendship slowly grew as more people started to enter our lives for different reasons and we developed small friendships that threatened to pierce the bubble of our little trio. Nevertheless, our friendship didn’t falter. I believed this was the way friendship would always be: a tight-knit group who would alway be by each other's’ sides, through thick and thin. And then came middle school.

I was at a Denny’s eating peanut butter pancakes when I decided what I wanted to do as a career. Basically my whole life in middle school was a galore of trips to museums and science centers that my parents put together. One specific time we went to the California Science Center where they house an old retired space shuttle used in the late 90’s and early 2000s, The Endeavor. When you enter this exhibit you see this vast piece of machinery that has been to space and then back on earth about 300 times. From then on, space was among my many interests that I had as a kid in middle school. It was such a life changing experience for me when that shuttle glistened in my eye.

As I was being born the doctors at Truman Medical Center Lakewood told my Mom to wait a few hours so I could be a New Year’s baby. Through pre-evident stubbornness, I was born at 7:24 p.m. that night on New Year's Eve. My biological father wasn’t there to witness my birth, in fact,, six months later he left and never came back. Luckily, the persistance I inherited has allowed me to overcome his absence, living in a low income household, and being different.

One thing that has been meaningful to me is my experience with high school athletics. I choose high school athletics because of a few reasons. My first reason is how I learned about hard work and if you push yourself, you can achieve your goal. I have been lifting weights three days a week since I was in 8th grade. Up until the summer before my junior year I hadn’t tried very much while I lifted weights. I would rush to finish my workout, sometimes I would even skip lifting. I had wasted my time for three years. I realized that I had to change my work ethic. The summer before my junior year is when I started to push myself. I never skipped lifting the whole summer, and to this day I have not missed a day. I wouldn’t lift to just lift, I lifted

When I walked that day into the school, I felt hatred from the surroundings. Teachers, students, and counselors looked at me like I’m the enemy. It wasn’t literally that, but that’s what I sensed. My experience in the Elementary school and in the middle school was daunting. I wasn’t a student that wanted to learn, educate, and enhance. School was a nightmare for me. I hated to go there nor even do anything that is related to it; It didn’t mean anything to me. I lacked improvement, and self-assurance, because I used my life for joyfulness and dissipate. The absence of good grades made my relations with everyone defective and I didn’t feel jubilant with it, until that day came.

Can you imagine moving from a city with almost anything accessible at any time to a town with just 1 Walmart? Well this basically happened to me in 2013. My family and I moved to Beatrice from Omaha. We moved because my dad got a job as a manager at El Canelo. Although when it opened people referred to it as “the new mexican place”.

Other’s see the empty hallways, staircases, sport fields and classrooms as a time to replay the good times with their friends laughing, being stupid or sometimes sadness. What I relive are the memories of my classmates laughing at my attire, crushes humiliating and degrading me or even using my intelligence for their own personal gain. High school was like my middle school experience; just older and matured people who knew how to make bullying unnoticeable. I felt like:

During high school I did not participate in activities related with the school until twelfth grade. When I was in ninth grade, the school was new, it was its second year opened. There were no clubs, no programs, we did not have college counselor, and our lack of information was big. I only took the classes that was on my schedule, also I did not have enough time to be involucrate in such activities because I was taking care of my sisters. In school, there were some sports but I never could get involved because I didn’t have enough money to buy the uniforms, and time to practice. When I was in eleven grade I took the decision of being part of leadership, be teacher assistance of my college counselor and office worker for my senior year. I had a lot of purposes, one of them was to meet more people and practice my English, another was to know more about my school and how I could help it, but most important I was trying to find out more information about colleges, financial aid and applications. To be part of the college counselor’s assistances I had to take a program called EAOP in UCLA, I really liked it

Before I could even imagine me always a problem child. This is not because I liked making my parents mad it’s simply because I had a lot of energy and didn’t use it for nothing good. Plus the fact that some of my friends weren’t making it better for me to improve myself. As I got older I later got a glimpse of my future & it wasn’t something I was pleasant with. So in like my 8th grade year in middle school I finally did something positive with myself, so I signed up for the football team. Then when the season started I was slacking off in my academics only because I had my goals set so high on making it to the big leagues like the “N.F.L” I forgot all of the procedures it takes to get there & one major part of that is school.

During my high school experience I’ve experienced many challenges and hardships. The things that have helped me the most is knowing that I am not alone and how my past experiences have strengthened me to be able to overcome these new challenges that I am faced with.

In this story you will read about my irst year in the 6th grade and the problem I faced with bullies.