Personal Narrative: My Struggle In Middle School

Math was not always difficult for me. It used to be a lot easier because I found that more of the basic math was easier. Now, I still used to basics of math, but i use them in a harder way now using letters and symbols. In middle school, I did struggle because my 7th grade teacher would just give us half sheets of word problems and equations on the thing we learned in the 6th grade. My 8th grade math teacher would give us packets and packets of examples on how to work but he would never teach us or explain how to solve the example problems. Basically, I struggled because it was never really explained to me how to solve equations and why we do that. I have always struggled with negative numbers but recently with khan I have been getting better

For the past three years of my high school career, and now my fourth, I have made it an obligation to continually expand my horizons in regards to math; when I cannot fully grasp an idea or concept, rather than giving up, I relentlessly pursue the idea until it is understood. During freshman year, math did not come easily to me. I was forced to go in early some days because, simply, I did not comprehend the concepts. However, taking initiative with my school work, and constantly working through problems that were difficult can be deemed one of the best decisions I have made. Although my final grade may not have been an

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?

Tynan statement, “…you’ll have to push yourself hard to work even when you don’t like it” resonates with me. I have always been a fairly decent student, tried my hardest in all my classes, but for some reason without fail Algebra and I have never connected. For as long as I can remember I have struggled with math, it’s always been my weak link in school. I know may people enjoy math, but to me it’s a lot of work. Now I am having to relearn Algebra and I don’t like it, but in order to achieve my goal of becoming a physician assistant this is the course I must stay. Maybe Tynan is right and by the end of this I will have learned to love math.

When I hear the word “survival”, I think of someone who has made it through the impossible or conquered a near death experience; but that isn't all that it means. According to the the Merriam Webster dictionary, “A survivor is a person who copes well with difficulties in their life.” Moving from elementary school to middle school taught me many new characteristics such as how to be more independent, responsible, and more open to changes.

In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the

Math has never been difficult for me. I think math has always been one of my strongest subjects. I think this because when I was younger I spoke Spanish first and then my parents put me in an all English speaking school and the only thing that didn't change for me was math. I never struggled in math through middle school because I always found it easy so my teachers would give me harder work than others. In the past when I struggles on a problem I would get frustrated really easy. I still get frustrated when I can't get something correct because I feel like I just want to give up and not try anymore. I would try to quit but then I remembered that if my parents found out I would get in trouble so I continued to do it. I wouldn't quit on it,

I remember when it was time to go from being a 12 year old 6th grader, to a 12 year old middle schooler with a lot more responsibilities than I was used to having. I had to make sure all my homework was done on time (It took me awhile to get the idea of no late homework hammered into my head), asked for help when I needed it the teacher wasn’t going to help as much as the elementary teachers would do unless I asked, with asking for help was a lot harder than I thought it would be everyone was confused too, after awhile the teacher finally got tired of running around the room jumping from student to student, marched up to the front of the class and wrote on the board of how to do a certain assignment.

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.

Math has always been difficult for me because I never liked the math problems had to be solved and I also didn´t like the way math problems were created. I did struggle in middle school because the school I went to in middle school was filled with students that would disrespect the teacher and it would be difficult for me to learn anything for all 3 years in that middle school. In the past, when I struggled on a problem I would give up on that problem and forget about it. In the past, when I would struggle on a difficult problem I would usually quit because it would put me in a situation where I would not want to do anything for the rest of the day, only if I were to continue on that problem. I would quit the minute I start struggling on a problem because if I would continue to try and solve that problem and keep on struggling, I would be in a bad mood and I don´t want to be in a bad mood when I am trying to solve a difficult problem.

A time I struggled in my life was when I had to learn long division. It happened while I was in the fourth grade; I just couldn’t catch on and was quickly becoming frustrated. Math had always been one of my weakest subjects. Then one Sunday afternoon, my mom made me sit down and helped me learn it.

Change scared me. Coming to HMS for the first time as a 7th grader terrified me. As the summer came to an end, I worried about getting around the school, meeting new people, and the change in my sleeping habits and schedule. Thoughts rushed through my head about going to the Middle School for the first time. The first day of seventh grade came quick and I was ready to start a new year. My dad drove me to the front of the school and I exited the car saying good bye. I was unsure where any of my classrooms were and I only recognized a few people in my homeroom. The Middle School was far larger then I remember from the tour that ARIS provided. I wasn’t use to no recess, and the formation of the lunch lines. Going into seventh grade, I was clueless

While in LFDCS, I struggled all 9 years. The first two years of elementary school were easy, but once I entered second grade from there till 8th grade Math was one of the many subjects I had difficulty on. One might think how does one struggle to do second-grade math. Well, I was the kid in class who had to be excused to go take a walk to the bathroom or have a teacher sit next to me bringing my attention back to class every now and then and making sure I was completing my

My struggles with math reach back as long as I can remember, but they all really materialized for the first time in fifth grade. In spite of being an otherwise strong student, I was really having a tough time keeping pace in math class. It was at this time my parents and teachers intervened in my education and I was issued an Individual Educational Plan. I was moved to a math class in the special education department, and received one-on-one tutoring. While from an adult point of view this may seem like a beneficial change, for a student closing in on middle school and trying to fit in with friends, it was a huge bow to my confidence. I feared being

Math has not always been difficult for me.When I was in fourth and third grade math was pretty easy and fun for me.Yes I did struggle in middle school because the teachers had told me to focus on my English because I was behind and so I did focus on English and my math grades dropped.When I struggled on a problem in the past I felt as though I was not getting the subject and I was just going to fail.But I learned the subject by asking friends for help.If I had a really hard time on a problem I would just wait until the next day because the teacher would go over the problem in class.But if it wasn't to hard and I could solve it with a little help I would usually ask my friends for help.I would struggle for about fifteen minutes on that one problem