Personal Narrative: My Summer Of Second Grade

Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.

In middle school normally when you enter you don’t really know anybody. Maybe you might see some friends from elementary and hangout with them. Also, the morning that you meet up with some friends you can go and look for your classes. I personally love the first day because I get to meet my teachers and catch up with my friends! Some teachers may give you homework on the first day to see were you are at. The same thing with test they might give you a test on the first day to see were you are at. Normally they don’t count it against you. When you go to each class they ask you what you need for their class. When my first day here at middle school I was nervous because it was an new school and I was bigger. I met new friends on the first day.

The first day of 7th grade was here. It was a fine day. I was scared most of the day of teachers and bullies. As I made my way to my homeroom I had felt a relief that someone I knew was going to be there. I came to the door to find Mr. Wechman standing there. He had said good morning and hello, so I felt a little better in

Have you ever wanted to go to middle school? Well I have always dreamed of

In my life, I’ve faced many challenges. However, one of the most significant challenges I’ve come across is the challenge of adjusting to and pushing through my first year of Middle School.

Inspirations are not always easy to come by. You must be open to new experiences in order to find inspiration. Growing up, I was the shy, nerdy girl who always followed the rules and was nervous to try new things; that ofcourse changed as time passed. In our capstone class we are assigned a middle school student that we can mentor and help get out of their shell. The closest person that I had to a mentor was Casey Rainbolt.

One day in the 4th grade after school we had to ride the bus back to the elementary, and that’s when it began. Alex. I was scared of him, being a 4th grader and him a 5th grader I was scared. 180 days that bus ride got longer and longer everyday. I feared for my life to talk. Time passed and we are now sophomores and juniors and I walk into LA 10 and there he is. 5’3, short guy with black hair, one headphone in, and gages. I froze. I was begging in my head I wouldn’t sit by him. Mr. Wright grumbled we would have assigned seats and to stand along the wall and it started. I was hot, shaking and almost sweating that I would not sit by him. Courtney, Molly, Devon, Zach everyone got eliminated one by one. Brooke, I hear, I thought I was okay then I heard Alex. My heart

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.

On the very first day of sixth grade, it was everyone else’s second day of middle school. I came late to the two merging elementary schools. The reason I missed I went to the funeral for my favorite uncle and was shaking in fear as I walk into the school doors. I didn’t know how to open my locker, didn’t know my schedule, and certainly didn’t know where I was going. I got the obvious question on why I missed the first day. Many teachers asked as they stood in front of the classroom, and I had to try to say it in front of the whole class with a fake smile on my face. The phone rings in my period ¾ math class. “Emily to guidance please,” my teacher sneered.

My 6th Grade year was pretty good. I got pretty good grades, made some friends, and had lots of fun!

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.

You’re not a little kid no more, I used to hear that all the time. That's when I was going to middle school. My first day was cool, I was nervous because this was my first time going to Euclid schools and I didn't know anybody in the school, It felt like I was outcast. However my teacher made it worse when she told me to come up to the front of the class in tell the class about myself. But after all that was over I met this was one kid, we became friends that day, till this day that's one of my closes friends. I didn't change at all just got a little smarter and wiser. The teachers in middle school was kinda hard on us, but most of the time they are the nicest people you would ever meet, it was always one teacher in the class, it was always one teacher in the classes, but itself this one math class it was two teachers in there, that was my favorite class.

As I walk into the big, old, brick building that I would be spending the next three years of my life at, I wanted to turn around and run back in my mom’s shiny, new, and grey car. I had been dreading this day for months and now that it was here, I didn’t know how to react. Going to a new school can be hard, but there is always someone or something that will help you get through this tough time.

Back then I was that kid who would lie to be apart of the so called “in crowd” or either gain popularity. It all started during the beginning of 2nd Grade my first year in West New York, I began to hang out with the popular who would always gossip about everything that occurred in the school. Sometimes they would share stories of how much their wonderful families loved to spoil them and how they were able to have more freedom than other children our age. In return to act cool I would spread lies about my family being rich and bragging about how many friends I had back in New York. When in reality we moved for a better place to live and the fact that I was a quiet girl who would ensconce herself away from the world. That I wasn't a gregarious

5th grade had ended, she was leaving. My best friend was leaving to another school, she was the only person I truly felt comfortable with. I had met another person that year and I felt comforted with the idea of not being truly alone the approximating school year. Summer passed quickly, cousins camp everything was over and I had to face reality. My first day of middle school… nothing to worry about right?