Personal Narrative: My Year In Middle School

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

In my 12 years of being in school, I have had a lot of different experiences with many different teachers. Some good and some, unfortunately, bad. I have had many favorites and some teachers that I couldn't wait until I dint have their class again. One teacher that I am so Grateful to have had is my 7th grade geography teacher Mrs. Gribble. Mrs. Gribble inspired me to always go after what I wanted, do my best at all times, and live my life according to me.

While growing up I only moved once from a quiet and tranquil apartment to a home near a train and friendly neighbors. The move wasn't that drastic due to me being young but I had to start school. School was very startling at first but as the days went on I became a bit more open. My family was a big help in that too because they talked to me about being myself and I shouldn't be shy when around strangers.

This narrative is about my years of middle school. I look back on my kindergarten days and wonder why I didn't care if I had many friends, why I didn't care what everyone thought of me. in my first school years of elementary school, I remember instead of playing on the grass the teachers only let us children under 3rd-grade play on the concrete blacktop whereas everyone else gets to play on the grass field. if I get hit in the stomach nowadays and land on this asphalt paved concrete I try to play it off like nothing ever happened, when inside I’m screaming. I try my hardest not to let out even the faintest of grunts because of what other people will think, while my mind is fighting against me to just let it out, of course this is unlike me when I was younger, because at that age either I was too busy focusing on anything and I would just bounce back up or because I didn't care what people thought of me and I let everything out without hesitation.

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

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.

My first year of Middle School was awesome. Although I only knew a few kids I made ton as the year moved on. The sixth grade has been jammed packed with exciting events and has been one of my favorites that I will remember for ages.

Ah, middle school. A time full of changes both emotional and physical, development of the search of who you are as a person (morals, values, passions, etc.). This time can be extremely confusing, ecspecially for a common transfer, such as myself. Based on the difficult transitions to three different schools in five years (Linden Waldorf, Franklin Road Academy, and Currey Ingram), I’ve never really had the “normal” experience for my schooling. Also, it’s always been very difficult to maintain friends due to my defensive tendencies while still maintaining consistant A’s and B’s. Now, I’m transferring for the fourth time and I’m sure I’ll transfer at least two more times before college. Through all these transitions and natural development throughout all four years, I have become much more confident, determined and self-motivated, and passionate in my life.

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.

Earlier today Anna and I were walking to our biology class, and she looked upset.

My middle school experience was relatively nice. I made a lot of friends and one of my friends I made then is actually my best friend now. I was quite popular and I was even friends with some of my favorite teachers. I remember getting my first cell phone for receiving good grades and going out to eat with my friends for the first time. Though it was nice, I also remember understanding that everyone was not genuinely nice. My middle school was very cliquey and whenever there was a misunderstanding, we would “confront” others about it. In other words, people would call others out on why they did not like them. I was confronted once by people who I thought were my friends, all over a guy I had no interest in. I also confronted others for no concrete reason.

Throughout elementary and the first year of middle school I knew who God was but really didn’t know God. I grew up in church my entire life and never made my relationship with him personal.After I made the commitment to Christ my life accelerated at a rapid rate. I then began to have an interest in music which was something that I had never had before. I then began having an interest in drums. There was a guy at the church that I was attending that offered to teach me the basics for free. I loved every second of it. It was difficult and challenging but there was something about it that kept me coming back to the drum set. We would then move churches to be with family. The youth group needed a drummer and asked me to come play. I did that throughout middle

There I was, in the corner of my bedroom,asking myself was I not attractive enough, intelligent enough, plain out good enough? My eyes were red as blood, my tears were falling down each side of my cheek. My heart fell into a million pieces. How could someone hurt you so poorly? But he did, he left me feeling insecure, and worthless. I’ve been trying to put myself back together ever since.

Middle school is usually not when people hit their peak, I definitely didn’t. I was pretty weird, and shy, and for awhile I took on that whole “emo kid” vibe, but that settled down a bit by this time.