Personal Narrative: My Third Grade In High School

Starting my 6th-grade year of middle school my dad often said, “I have no clue how to do this problem, sorry but your on your own son.” My family was unfamiliar with the rigorous courses I were taking so I was left to my own devices. This sense of independence is something that has become a part of who I am as a person and is a skill I have developed over time. This fundamental value of independence is something that has shaped my success over the years as well as played a role in Coolidge’s successes in his path towards and during presidency.

ninth grade, because in ninth grade I used to just let people pick on me and let them push me around so I wouldn’t get in trouble. At the end of my first semester in ninth grade I decided to stand up for myself, so I got in my first physical fight and got suspended and that taught me a lot , it taught me to not to be a punk. I also learned that it’s not ok to watch someone pick on someone else, because you have to think if that was you getting picked on, or you have to think if that was your cousin, brother or sister getting picked on and pushed around, you wouldn’t like it.

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

At the last day of school, we were ready for a new year, and everyone in our grade lived their own little happily ever after of middle

8th grade. The last year at Ross Middle School. Being retrospective on past years has me thinking of my many accomplishments, and many fails I’ve had. From getting very good grades to the embarrassing moments. All the time I wish I was still in elementary school.

The transition from elementary into middle school was tough, in fact I did not do well the first semester of that year. During these school years was unbeliebable the amount of people I met, especially my best friend. We used to play soccer a lot and ride bicycle all day long. Unfotunally, within those cheerful years my brother came to the US, which at the time felt like the worst thing that could've happened to me.

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

Second grade was when it all started. I do not remember a lot of the details that took place, but it is probably better that way. We moved into my grandparents’ house that year. My siblings and I were euphoric that day because we thought we had made it big time. What child would not love to get to live with their grandparents. Living with them took away some of the stress with what all was going on.

It was 2 years ago , I was in the 7th grade . It was the beginning of middle school . I was starting to adapt to the transitions of classes , at lunch I would hang out with my friends that I have known for quite a while . One day I come home , Sitting down getting ready to start my math homework. When my mom looks at me and tells we are moving . I laughed but the look on her face was

Third Grade, I was a normal little girl just enjoying everyday life. I participated in activities that every child does, I tried soccer, dance, gymnastics and even

At the time I thought my life was ruined. I was convinced that my friends would move on without me and I’d be stuck in the curriculum that had given me more than my fair share of headaches. I failed my first year of middle school. When everyone was receiving their final report cards I waited anticipated with horror to receive mine. When I looked at the report card my worst fears had been realized. Not only was it apparent that I was being held back but the results were more devastating than I had previously imagined. The worst part of it all was having to face my parents when I got home.

Throughout my time at school, English has been one of my favorite subjects. I was enrolled in an international, English speaking, school throughout elementary and middle school, and so I was lucky enough to have fantastic teachers who managed to make class fun and inspiring. In middle school we worked extensively with classical English literature, reading books like Lord of the Flies, Of Mice and Men, A Catcher in the Rye and Romeo and Juliet. I still enjoy reading classical literature occasionaly, but unfortunately I no longer have as much time to read as I did when I was younger.

When I started Middle School, everything started to change. I felt older and I felt like I had ten times more responsibilities than I did in Intermediate school. The people who I was close with a year or two ago were now just acquaintances, they were just people I smiled at in the hallway. I was still close to my basketball friends because we were still traveling all the time, I think I got tired of seeing the same people all the time, so I found some new friends. Seventh grade for me wasn’t the best, I don’t remember having a best friend, but I do remember having a lot of closer friends in my classes. I was a very sheltered kid I remember being so confused because Middle School was when everyone started dating. I had never thought about dating anyone but my best friend, Gracie, always talked about boy drama, and everything that didn’t really mean a lot to me. Starting in 8th grade, Gracie and I would hang out all the time, we would go

Throughout elementary school, 4th grade - 6th grade was a very eventful one. I was a troubled kid through these years, I was constantly getting written up or getting a punishment. I actually don’t know how I passed, I was always being smart to the the teacher or talking while the teacher was talking. I got plenty of Saturday schools, which is where you have to come to school early Saturday morning and stay for several hours. Eventually, I got my first suspension in 5th grade in Mis.Hammer’s class. I always remembering seeing the older kids that were a grade ahead, I knew a lot of them from the park I lived in. I remember being in Ms.Cholkas art class. We were working on our artwork, and the class was always loud and somewhat chaotic (that happens when you mix paint and little kids).

Then came 5th grade, I made a friend, she was cute and fun and made me smile. My parents were finally able to breathe, as they knew my life was getting better.