Personal Narrative: My Year In Middle School

My grades were going down beacuse I always got home late from practice. I was so occupied with baseball that I never focused at school. “How can you play if you can’t focus during scool.” This time, my dad said it in a depressed way while walking out of my room. He got tired of raising hs voice. I looked at myself in the mirror and promised to fix myself, day by day, to become an example of being a student athlete. The following day, I took a lot of notes, asked questions, worked with my teachers after school when I needed help, and I never fell asleep before completing all of my homework. Things immediately picked up with my grades and baseball. I still carry out these habits until now. With all the hardships that I have been going throughout my highschool career, my work ethic is still strong. I continue my endeavors to become a star student and an outstanding baseball player, even if my schedule is full. As people had brought me down in the past, I am now grateful of their opinions. I was able to stop slacking on what’s important. I learned that life has given me obstacles so that I would be the prime example of what I promised myself to

After three long activity filled years, eighth grade is finally drawing to a close. My middle school years are soon to be over and high school is just around the corner. It will be an exciting time and full of new adventures. When I look back at my middle school years one of the most memorable things has been the F.A.P trips. The Field Activity Program has enabled me to participate in many opportunities I would have not had otherwise. In sixth grade we went to swim with the manatees. It was an amazing trip since we were permitted to get into the water and touch them if they approached us. This was an amazing experience because manatees are a protected species, and this is something you can not go out and do

Throughout middle school and the beginning of high school I faced many challenges with my grades. These challenges made me grow and help shape who I am today. In my early teenage years I would view my school work not important. My perspective on priorities were all wrong. As I became older and matured I realized that. I realized school is the most important thing because my future depends on how I do. I realized if I want to go to a good college and have a successful career I have to work hard in school to get there. As high school went by my grades got better and I saw a better version of myself. My grades went from C’s and D’s to A’s and B’s in all my classes. I began to be attentive in class, and be productive and take notes. I did my school

Middle school. The scariest place imaginable, at least for me. It’s my first time in a public school, all my life I have gone to California School for the deaf. I don’t know what everyone is going to think about me, i’m so scared but my mom tells me it’ll be good for me to experience the “real world”. It’s only me and my mom, my dad died when I was 6, he was in the marines. But it’s my first day of school and i’m really freaking out. But at least I will have my friend Emma, she lives one house away from me and were best friends. She’s not deaf, so at first it was hard for us to become friends. But one day she looked up on the internet how to say “Hi i’m Emma, let’s be friends” in sign language, and now we’re inseparable.

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.

Growing up, there are always those few girls in elementary, middle, and high school that are just cruel. They roam the halls picking on other people, making them feel bad because they have nothing better to do with their life. Middle school was when I first experienced the harsh and painful words of those mean girls. While in middle school their words didn’t affect me much, it may have made me think about my appearance every once in a while; but their words didn’t affect me as much as it affected my friend, my suicidal friend.

I began 8th grade year with a different mindset and mood than all my previous years at school. It was my last year of middle school. This period of time would never come back, and I had to make the best use of it. There would be no more time left to chill with friends, or any time to relax after this year.

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.

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.

First grade is the first time when I really wanted to fight someone. This experience occurred at lunch time during school and this kid named Dylan was really irritating me. Dylan kept bothering me and pinching me during lunch and throughout recess. I was getting very mad and I wanted to fight him. Just like Ulrich and George, who both wanted the same land, wanted to fight each other. I was considering tackling him or just tripping him but I didn’t know when I should do it. I decided to tell my friend Ben about the situation.

“This is it, Jacob. this our last year of middle school”I Told Jacob as we’re walking into school

Starting Freshman year, I arrived to high school not knowing what was expected. I did not know what to do and I had no interest in school at all. Middle school years were rough and freshman year was too, gladly I had for giving teachers that allowed me to pass for the year. I was lost and confused, but I was fortunate to have people who cared and supported me in my times of difficulty. My parents most of all, kept insisting that I should try, that it is not hard to accomplish what many had. They kept advising me to stop living in the present and to start thinking of my future. Those words actually made me think, I noticed most of the people I surrounded with, were trapped into the impression that everything mattered at this exact moment, not

As a young black girl in a predominantly white neighborhood and elementary school, I was content. When I entered middle school I was not accepted. The other black students didn’t understand why I had white friends. I became extremely depressed and anxious, thinking there was something wrong with me. In my core classes, I was not harassed, however, in my elective classes and lunch that was not the case. PE, band, and lunch were always a struggle for me. I could not get away from their constant and consistent taunting.

Other’s see the empty hallways, staircases, sport fields and classrooms as a time to replay the good times with their friends laughing, being stupid or sometimes sadness. What I relive are the memories of my classmates laughing at my attire, crushes humiliating and degrading me or even using my intelligence for their own personal gain. High school was like my middle school experience; just older and matured people who knew how to make bullying unnoticeable. I felt like:

It’s all started when I was in middle school, the 8th grade year, that was when my life changed into the greatest thing that happened, to the worst life ever. Before I tell you about 8th grade I’m going tell you about 6th and 7th grade. So my 6th grade year was alright because I had friend in school that already went there from elementary school. I also made new friends along the way and I become noticeable as the year went by. I was funny to every teacher that was cool, chill, and laid back also just enjoy life. My favorite classes was my 1st, 5th, 7th, 8th, period the whole 6th grade year. My two best friends I had were Jernard Burkes, and this other kid’s names I can’t remember. What bad about my 6th grade year was female that bully