Personal Narrative: The Switch From Middle School To High School

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

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

Transitioning from junior high to high school for a 14 year old is just short of “peeing your pants” worthy. It’s exciting yet terrifying all at the same time. You realize you will be attending school with so many new people and you have to entirely memorize a new maze of hallways and meet with new teachers, it can be overwhelming. Especially for me, I came from a class of 31 students at a private school, most of which I’ve gone to school with since Kindergarten. In my class of 31 students, there were 3 African Americans and 2 Mexicans, everyone else was Caucasian. Now I wouldn’t consider myself racist at all, more like “innocently unaware” of the vast majority of different ethnicities and races. My ignorance was not out of spite, but from my lack of experience, and to have such a lack of cultural diversity up until you are a

I’ve grown and changed through the past few years. Sadly I did not grow height wise. I’m still the same short girl who everyone knows around here. I’ve grown to be mature and independent at a young age.

What I thought 7th grade was going to be like was that we wouldn’t have free time after lunch I thought we would go to lunch and then go back to class but I was wrong. I didn’t think I was going to like Marlette high school. I guess I did after a month or so I started likening it. I thought it was going to be hard because of all of the older kids in the grade. I know half of the upper grade people. But I was afraid of the people I didn’t know.

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

Although I did not initially like what Kayla had to say, I was still open to listen. “You’re kind of like that saying, you’re a jack of all trades, but a master of none.” It was essentially a compliment, but it wasn’t projected as one. Not knowing if I should have been thankful or offended, I nervously laughed it off and replied with a sarcastic thanks. I did not bother to ask her what she meant. Instead, I thought about her words and it took me a while to realize that it might have been one of the nicest compliments that I have ever received. I glanced back over at her and smiled. Kayla looked concerned, but I replied, “What you said means a lot to me.”

Going back and rereading page 71, made me think about how unprepared I initially felt about starting high school. Before I had even started, I was worrying that I would be drowning in assignments and projects, and would not have any of the same friends from middle school. High school seemed so large and important compared to middle school, and I could not wrap the idea around my head that I was going to be a freshman. High school had always seemed so grown up to me and so were the people in it. I was nervous that I was going to hate it like every high schooler in the movies said they did, but after the first few weeks I realized it really was not that bad. I realized that high school was not that different from middle school and I did not

Freshman year was my easiest year of highschool, I thought because it was high school the work was going to be more difficult for me, but it was not. The people that knew that was in high school told me that it was going to be more difficult than middle school. That is probably what most freshman would say. When I first got to the high school the upperclassmen looked a lot older and taller than I was. I was the tallest out of my friends in my grade, but not taller than the upperclassmen. The school felt so much bigger than my middle school. The middle school that I went to was Central Middle School and It’s wasńt as big as Euclid High School. Central only had 2 floors and all of my classes were close. Euclid High School was 3 floors and there football field was much longer than my last school. My classes were spread out pretty far and I felt like I had to walk a mile to each class. I felt like I was never going to find my way around the school. I eventually found my way around to each class by like the next week of school. I didn’t really have any anxieties, my freshman year of high school, I wasn’t worried about anything and wasn’t expecting anything special just the school being big.

I was at a Denny’s eating peanut butter pancakes when I decided what I wanted to do as a career. Basically my whole life in middle school was a galore of trips to museums and science centers that my parents put together. One specific time we went to the California Science Center where they house an old retired space shuttle used in the late 90’s and early 2000s, The Endeavor. When you enter this exhibit you see this vast piece of machinery that has been to space and then back on earth about 300 times. From then on, space was among my many interests that I had as a kid in middle school. It was such a life changing experience for me when that shuttle glistened in my eye.

While dressing unfashionably, looking both uneasy and clueless, in a class with no more than twenty students, millions of questions suddenly appear in my chaotic head. Questions such as “what will happen to me?,” and “how can I understand this?” built up the doubt in me. However, who would have guessed that six years later, I would become a girl who has adopted a different vibe with more confidence and enthusiasm, which I thought would never be possible, six years ago.

hen I first walked through Old Colony’s doors when I was a freshman I didn't know if my friends from my middle school were going to be there. Luckily a majority of my friends were accepted too but even if they weren't I was ready to make new ones. Freshmen year for me wasn't really nerve racking but I still had nerves because I was use to the middle school environment where I knew everyone but this was a totally different experience. The teachers that I was assigned to really helped with the middle school to high school transition and I am really thankful for that. Probably the best part of my freshman year was the exploratory program that I went through. There were a lot of shops that really caught my eye but the one that really stuck with

High school is a totally different story, people judge, make fun of, and ridicule others. No one is a true friend, people are fake and care about nothing. I learned that grades really count from freshmen year on to Senior year. I did switch school my Senior year and I’m not happy at this school, but the opportunities I have gotten are amazing. I have eleven college credits under my belt and I am now a certified Nurse Assistant. The people here at Bedford are not nice to put it in good words. I know that I will never fit in with anyone in this school, because I am different and not snobby, rude, or

Some people you meet will encourage you to strive for more when others will drag you down to their level. Staying with people that want to succeed with their grades and accomplishments will influence your behaviors to mimic those around you. Some students starting a new school tend to take a lonesome approach, but that is not what you need. You need support and optimism filling your surroundings. I recall from middle and high school having friends that would constantly have drama, I inevitably got caught in the drama by associating with people I should have strayed away

I was like a toddler learning to swim. As a sophomore, I was barely navigating the tumultuous waters of high school. I was in over my head. Nearing the halfway mark in high school, it was surely time for me to have something figured out- for me to know where I wanted to go to school, or at the very least what I wanted to study at the next level. For two years, I had drifted along without much forward thought, only concerning myself with the next project that was due or the next presentation that lie ahead. In fact, if it weren’t for my parents’ concern, perhaps I’d still be in that float-like lifestyle today. However, the lollygagging came to a definitive end on a sizzling June weekend in the Bay Area.