Personal Narrative : Personal Experience In School-Isanti High School

Finally, the torture is over as she hears the bell ring. She can escape the judgment of those cheerleaders as she speeds to her next class. As she races through the halls, buried beneath her books, she bumps into someone. Her materials scatter across the floor. Her heart races. Her face lights up like a fire. Everyone’s critical of her… or so she

I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described

Middle school was a very big transition for me. I went from a class of 20 people to a class of 35 people and one classroom to six classrooms! At first I was very anxious because I had been in class with the same people continuously for most of my school life, and now I would barely see those people. Over the past two years of my middle school experience, I have lost friends, made better friends, learned more, matured, and became more independent. Middle school has taught me how to be independent. I had learned that I could not rely on my teacher to remind me that I need to turn in my work, that I needed to figure out my problems myself, and that I needed to ask for help if I need it. I am very grateful that middle school has taught me all

Week One: This week was an interesting week. I was at my church working and it was about that time for our yearly fire inspection coming up soon. So we were getting all of our building fire alarms panels renewed, and we had this one young guy name Adam Shabli from Cintas who came to look at our building. As the conversation continues we started just to talk about life and he asked me and the campus pastor if we were the pastors here at church. We replied saying yes and he had a shocked look. He said that we dress to fresh that he would of never knew. It was funny to us, and he started asking questions about Christianity. He grew up in a Jewish home, his parents are from Israel. He was shocked when we told him that we read the old testament.

Junior high was not kind to me, being known as the nerd of the school… well, let just say it was not pleasant, everyone took advantage of me and teased me, but out of all the hell fire junior high brought the only foundation I had to keep me afoot was my lifelong friends, Abby and Janice. We grew up together and did the same things together we were called the three musketeers. Our group was complete everyone brought different thing to the table. Abby was known to be the blunt and fiery girl that many people adored because of her honesty, Janice was the pretty and trendy one whose personality could make anyone want to befriend her, as for I …well I was the smart, caring, clumsy girl who would be there for my friends ,as well as them protecting

My middle school experience was nothing short of the typical cringe-worthy school pictures, embarrassing fashion ensembles, feisty friendship fallouts, and awkward bodily changes. I nonetheless made the most of my three years in the “big kid wing” of Owensville Community School.

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

When I moved to Cape Girardeau from California to attend SEMO, I knew that I would need a job and that it had to be something simple and part-time. Only a week after moving here, my step-cousin Melissa, the director of the after school program at the St. Mary’s Cathedral, mentioned to me over a family dinner that there was a position open. She then continued by asking me, “Would you be interested? You would work with kids and it’s only from three to six on the weekdays.”

Right at six o’clock sharp, Pidge woke up ecstatic for today; today was the final exam to see if they graduate from the Academy of Bio Aquatic Scientific Research Institute. Standing up from her bed, Pidge ran to her dresses to get dressed for the day. Pidge threw on her clothes in a hurry, as she does not want to be late for the final. She threw on her shoes as she ran out of the house, forgetting to lock the door, and ran to the other soon to be graduates. Grabbing their wrist, she smiles excitedly, not being able to wait.

By time I was in middle school, I thought the world was simple. I went to school, did my homework, and never got in trouble. My parents went to work everyday and I had no concept of money or how the world worked. As I continued going to school, I started to realize that middle school was an unsafe learning environment. I felt out of place with the disrespectful students who were in my classes. I was physically bullied by classmate, from getting tackled to the ground to begin punched in the back for no reason. I never took it as bullying, I thought the student were only playing around. My thoughts on the bullying changed when student and teachers started calling me ethnic slurs. Nonetheless, I thought I was the smartest kid in my class because other students didn’t care about their education. Some students would sleep in class, others would disrupt class and argue with the teacher. Once I came time to take a test, the students with bad behavior would not know

Growing up in a poor neighborhood without any guidance for school was tough for me. I really didn’t care for school and sometimes even skipped school to stay home. I was a troubled kid heading down the wrong path. I could have cared less if I graduated school or not. When I was in fifth grade I didn’t really try in school but I loved astronomy, chemistry, and physics but I never did my school work/homework. Growing up my mother was pregnant with my little brother named Jayden but had complications with her pregnancy making him premature by a month due to the womb losing amniotic fluid. He currently has seizures, learning disabilities, asthma, and has trouble pronouncing words. My little brother works hard everyday to overcome these troubles

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.

This year so far has been kind of rocky but quite good. I only have 3 high schools classes this semester & no high school classes. I already the rules & expectations from last & this year. Not being a freshman anymore is good. To get rid of all the jokes. Now it feels kind of chill, because we have 2 more years left. It’s going to go by fast.

Once in 4th grade in gym the class was playing duck-duck-goose and someone was chasing after me and after I sat in her spot I fell on my wrist and everyone thought I was laughing but I wasn’t. Then when I got up everyone thought I was laughing but I was crying.Then after that the gym teacher told me to go to the bathroom to wipe up my tears. Then after I did that I went up the stairs and my friend got his arms stuck in between the wall and and the ramp to use to go up the stairs. The nurse had to get butter to get his arm out but they still didn't get his arm out but then finally they did and he was crying a lot. The next day I went to school and I went to the doctors after school. Then the next day I stayed at home because I needed a cast and I wasn't feeling good also so I stayed home. My mom got off work and picked me up so we could go to the doctors to go get my cast. My cast was light yellow. Then the next day it was the last day of school and it was a half day. I had a cast on and I brought some markers and everyone signed my cast.

My family and I are in the dim parking garage, walking towards the elevator. We are so glad to be able to spend time with each other. This trip was especially for my grandparents before they left back to the Philippines. However, something kept bothering me. I later glared up, staring at the silver, shiny doors. We have now arrived at the elevator, an extremely quiet one although. It was just my family and I. No chatter, nor humming; it was almost as if it was dead. My mind went blank after the stress and pressure from homework, but it wasn’t blank after those memories in school. Losing roughly 89% of my classmates, just to come to ODS. Actually, adjust that 98% because my classmates that come to this school don’t always talk to me anymore. Still, standing with two friends I still talk to, just not as often as we used to. This moment was deeply depressing and school, literally, is right around the corner for me. Losing my classmates was something I have lived through; comparing to a hilly roller coaster.