Personal Narrative: My Middle School Experience

book after book. All titled Middle school, the worst years of my life, how I survived middle school, middle school get me out of here,and the list goes on . As I was nearing the end of fifth grade, I started seriously thinking about how middle school would be and got worried after hearing of so many stories of people's terrible middle school years. However, I have to admit it really hasn’t been all that bad these last three years and in fact, middle school may have been my favorite, compared to elementary school. With more freedom, more people, more homework, more activities, more teachers, more fun classes, more excitement, more everything quite frankly, I have been able to have . I am sure a lot of us have fun throughout these middle school while learning more about yourselves and the people around us each year. I am sure many of us have been able to say for sure that we have had many experiences that can prepare us for the future.

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?

Middle school is no-one's favorite time. It’s that awkward transition from childhood to young adulthood, where students begin to determine who they want to be. I was a student who kept to myself and devoted most of my time to academics, maintaining only a small group of friends and never straying far from my comfort zone.

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.

Middle school was a rough time like it was for many because I still did not even know who I was yet. MIddle school was very difficult to adjust to at first because all my life I had only been in one class all day everyday with the same teacher and they made sure you always had a note to remind you of your homework for the night. Middle school was when I began to make my own choices and had to suffer the consequences that came with those choices. In middle school is when I found out how much I liked business because of a field trip my 6th grade year to Biztown which was a small fake “community” that everyone worked in and would be a citizen in the town.

After leaving elementary, I was a little nervous to start middle school because I thought the work was going to be hard. I attended McIntyre in sixth grade, which was not far from my elementary school. I was surprised that my mom had attended McIntyre when she was a little girl. I was excited when I got there, because I would always hear how things were so different in middle school— lockers, more activities, and more freedom. It was cool that all of us (sixth graders) had a whole building to ourselves, which meant no crowded hallways! McIntyre was the only school that I went to that had lockers. I was glad that there were lockers because before school started that year I was practicing combinations on a lock. I struggled at first to go to my lockers in between classes, but then it was all a piece of cake when I remembered my combination. I met nice teachers, and made a few more friends in middle school. Some of my friends from elementary also attended McIntyre. I became apart of club in sixth grade, called the National Junior Honor Society. At first I didn’t know exactly what the NJHS was, but I was told that it was

Middle school requires you to have a locker which was a new challenge for me. I had to learn how to keep my books organized and I also had to remember the lock code to get in and out. I had to be responsible with my

My most vivid memory of intermediate school, was walking on the red carpet on the first day of fifth grade. At the time, I felt so grown up and mature. Come to realize, I was only ten years old. On the first day, I was so nervous to meet all of the new people that were coming from other elementary schools. Looking back, I shouldn't have been so nervous because I’m sure all of the other kids felt the same way. During those years, I met countless friends including Jayden, Makayla, Ali, Ally, Emily and so many others that I would still consider my friends.

Imagine being a whale. Not just a ginormous whale, but one that lived in a fish tank that didn’t accommodate your size. You’re uncomfortable, never any wiggle room, and there’s not enough room to breathe. I figure this is a decent analogy to describe my middle school for me.

Middle School is… a place to make more friends, an opportunity to find new friends by yourself. No more just your class that you see in only fifth grade. Now you have Encore, and 3rd Hour, a time

The compass is a tool that was used back then to guide people and get them to where they needed to be. This tool was very important because if people had no direction in life they would be lost and without purpose. My four locations in life are friends, my grammar school, to be a better person, and temptations. First, my friends are my north. They always help me to do the right thing and guide me along my journey. They always have my back and are my role models. My friends always make me feel happy, and I do not know how I would navigate myself without them. Second, west is my grammar school, it has helped me grow in knowledge and maturity. My grammar school is my past and has made so many changes in my life. My grammar school strengthened

Middle school is where it all started. Just mentioning the word “middle school” can dig up popular and gooey or humiliating and traumatic memories. Seven long hours before my very first day, I didn’t have a sliver of a chance of falling into any level of sleep. My thoughts were in a frazzle with anticipation, weighing heavy to remember my ‘seven class’ schedule, hoping I can run fast enough from my class in the far north corner up the stairs and down a very long hallway to the south dwelling class. Trying to keep my combination straight, I sounded like a likely candidate for a psych ward……..right 32, left 16, right 40…….right 32, left 16, right 40 over and over and over. School wasn’t about learning, it was about being 8 steps ahead in case a popular competition moved in or how to patch the ding in my social class status. We are brought into this world with countless opportunities of being whoever we want.

It was the very first day of school and at Lewis Central sixth grade is the year you start middle school. I wasn’t really nervous at all until I got to the school and most of my friends found their closer friends, and our usual “click” wasn’t together anymore. First thing in the morning we went to the commons area and the principal gave us a long, drawn out introduction to the school, and you could easily tell everyone else hated it too. We had to take a tour of the school really fast because the seventh and eighth graders were coming soon. We quickly learned that the first lie schools tell you is that “you won’t get lost.” and “upperclassmen will help you if you do”. After we were finished with the worst tour ever, we were dismissed to our homeroom class for another lecture on guidelines and expectations of the school.

Middle school: a time of change, new beginnings, and more friends. Switching from the grade school to the middle school came with more responsibilities. I now had to ride the bus to and from school, instead of my parents taking me everyday. Going to the middle school also meant having to change classes. We would not be stuck in the same room all day anymore. This made me nervous that I was not going to be able to find my class, or I was not going to make it on time.

Middle school is about hitting puberty, getting your first real boyfriend/ girlfriend, or even just making friends to begin your journey through life with. But for me, middle school was a wake up call to how awful life could really be. To begin the Dark Ages, sixth grade was full of fashion mistakes. Things like wearing my soccer warm-up to school every day and those I’m-a-girl-but-I’m-secretly-a-boy sport shorts. In seventh grade, I was eaten alive by my insecurities. Causing me to cake my face full of foundations, concealers, and powders, all to cover up the acne that plagued my face. And quite honestly, I don’t remember anything significant about the eighth grade, other than the field trips I always third-wheeled on. Maybe I can’t remember anything important about that time in my life because everything just blurred together with a common theme; sadness.