Personal Narrative: The Worst Middle School On Earth

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?

I walked into my Barents room , I was so depressed because that day was my first day went to middle school in America. I spoke to my mother about what was going on that day.

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the

I walked into the loud building so scared and nervous. I couldn't believe today was the day. The day i'm finally in middle school. That day was the day that I could officially call myself a Vista Verde Middle School student. When I walked into the building the bell had rung for us to proceed to class. On my I spotted one of my very good friends, Esmeralda. After I said hi to her I walked to my first period class which is room 403 and my teacher is Ms. Blasnek.

For the most part, I have rarely experienced deindividuation, as I have never really done anything out of my character; however, there is one specific moment I can recall from middle school. If you had good grades at the time when your advisory teacher checked every monday, you were given a free pass to spend the rest of the weeks advisory periods playing games. I don’t think there was time when I didn’t have good grades, so I got to mess around every week during this time period. One day, my friends and I discovered one of the rooms wasn’t being watched by a teacher, so, of course, we started going to that room everyday. It didn’t take long for us to completely lose our normal morals around each other, due to the group anonymity and that we

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

Contrary to popular beliefs, most Kanto residences believed that their latest beloved youngest Champion, Red, had holed himself up on top the snowy mountain of Mt. Silver. The Kanto Champion would gladly stick to that said belief if not for the face of his companions were making. Although not all of his Pokemon were protesting against the harsh weather that the mountain had prepared for them, but it was ridiculously hard to resist the pouting face of both Espeon and Pikachu combined.

One day, Zeus was watching a young mortal tending to her flowers when he noticed her miraculous beauty. He soared through the sky until he was right next to her. Zeus asked her what her name was, and she replied with Halley. He had never heard such a beautiful voice before, and Halley had never seen such a handsome man before. However Zeus knew Hera would hear soon that he had left Mount Olympus, so he had to use his greatest tactic to get away. Zeus tapped the ground three times with his lightning bolt, and the more he tapped, the louder the tapping got. By the fourth tap, there a was a radiant flash and a loud thump. The flash was bright enough where

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

Middle school was quite a bit different from my younger life. I was moving to a different school, starting football, going from being very short to above average tall and learning that school was much harder now. Football was definitely taking over my life and would continue for the duration of my education at the middle school. I had broken my finger my first season in first grade and then again the second year. The first time hurt pretty bad but by the second time I had done it I continued to play with it taped tight to my other fingers. To fix the second break from the extra damage of using it so much the doctor decided to pop it. It only got worse from there so we went to a different doctor and they gave me a cast. Later we learned that

“Wuff Wuff...I’m no trick!” barked Curly frantically as the rainbow slowly opened up and out stepped Curly, jumping up and down and all over Blacky and Tru.

Green looked out the window watching all the other watermelons hopping around.Then all of a sudden they hear a "BOOM".Green thought it was just another prank placed by the evil pineapples so they just laid back and took a nap.Later that day Green's best friend Seed came barging in yelling "THE PINEAPPLES ARE TAKING OVER WATER TOWN AND WE NEED TO STOP THEM"."It's too dangerous plus hasn't they had enough, their plans seem to fail every time Green said as they looked out the window to see yellow fumes flying through the town and pineapple juice running the streets.Homes were destroyed by the pineapples and watermelons frantically running away."We need some type of plan to stop them" Seed suggested."How about we just let the watermelons suffer" Green stated but Seed was already grasping the syringes that may or may not be illegal in Watertown.Seed put in that they should first lure the pineapples into a

You're heading home to Pallet Town after given up your dream to be a Pokemon Master. Right now, you’re on Route 1 in the plains with tall grass and trees. After a while, you halt next to a tree.