Personal Narrative: My Sixth Grade In Elementary School

I have always played the same three sports in elementary school, baseball, soccer and basketball but the summer before 7th grade I wanted the try something new and play football but because I didn't know much about it I was having a hard time deciding if I was going to play or not. But When football season came around i signed up.

From 8th grade to 9th grade I’ve changed dramatically. I had pimples on my face, very long hair which made me look like a porcupine, and dressed unique. I was in a lot of drama and fights, but I didn’t mean any of that I was just sensitive. People thought I was a creep, yet I became everyone’s best friend. 9th grade is the best year for me especially since I got to meet new people. I changed my style in 9th, I got a buzz cut, I started wearing shirts that actually looked like it fits me, and pants that didn’t fall. I became a big sneaker head about Jordan’s, and started listening to artist I hated before in 8th.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

Have you ever noticed how the friends you had back in grade school, might not be your friends now? This occurrence has probably happened to you and it also happened to me during my 6th grade year at Sartell Middle School. I have forgiven my olds friends from 6th grade but during that time I felt like an outcast, and that was the label that I gave myself.

Seventh grade sucked. Back when I was in the Junior High, I had to move schools from sixth to seventh grade. I started sixth grade in a private school, but near the end my parents decided it was to time to go to a public school. I entered the Junior high for my seventh grade, which is where my story begins. It was the first day of seventh grade and I was very nervous. For one thing, rumours of excessive bullying and harassment plagued the school according to those who went to my old private school. I was ready for anything. I had received all of my materials including notebooks, binders, and pencils and I brought them in two nice plastic bags as I walked into the school where I would spend the next two years of my school life.

The first name was called and it turned out to be 1 of my friends.

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.

My elementary and middle school years were excellent. I got good grades, on time to class everyday, never talked back to the teachers. I was the perfect student.

Elementary and middle school was a very interesting experience for me. The school I attended from kindergarten to 8th grade was a diverse school. I had a lot of ups and downs while going there. Overall being there allowed me to grow as a person and introduced me to different things. It also help me achieve high in academics.

Last week, I began my first initial year of middle school. I thought that my first day would be anything but challenging and stressful, But, it turns out that I was entirely wrong.

When I was in sixth grade i wasn’t really athletic. I quit almost every sport I played through elementary school because I was either not having fun or just got bored of it. During recese I would always play football with my friends and had a lot of fun with it. After a while of playing I had decided maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try out for the football team. Unfortianly

By time I was in middle school, I thought the world was simple. I went to school, did my homework, and never got in trouble. My parents went to work everyday and I had no concept of money or how the world worked. As I continued going to school, I started to realize that middle school was an unsafe learning environment. I felt out of place with the disrespectful students who were in my classes. I was physically bullied by classmate, from getting tackled to the ground to begin punched in the back for no reason. I never took it as bullying, I thought the student were only playing around. My thoughts on the bullying changed when student and teachers started calling me ethnic slurs. Nonetheless, I thought I was the smartest kid in my class because other students didn’t care about their education. Some students would sleep in class, others would disrupt class and argue with the teacher. Once I came time to take a test, the students with bad behavior would not know

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 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.

I had the most wonderful teacher. She was kind and had a very disciplinary attitude. Her name was Mrs. Viola. She was very tall and had curly hair. She had that motherly aura that seemed to appeal to me. She would always make us use our manners moreover, not using them was her pet peeve. Every time we would ask to use the bathroom we would have to say, “May I use the bathroom” not “Can I use the bathroom”. Her husband was one of the janitors. Hopefully one day I will go back there and visit her. After we were done with a test we would always be allowed to play in stations like Legos or draw. My favorite topic in second grade was math It was so easy the way she explains