Personal Narrative: What Is It Like To Be A First Grader Now?

Before the first grade, we moved around a few times before ending up here in Sylvania. As a child, both my parents worked full time jobs and I was always at after school day cares or at my grandparents houses, never really got to spend a lot of time with friends or was able to socialize with many people. So growing up most of my time was spent with my brother and I thought nothing of it. As I grew up I began to realize that I had become stuck in some bad habits. My brother and I weren't asked to help around the house much but when we were we never listened. But to my surprise there were no consequences for our disobedience. At the time I thought I had it good. Around the time I got too middle school I began to realize the problem. I began

When I got introduced to middle school approaching the first day of school, I possessed a lot of various feelings.I was afraid, had butterflies in my stomach, and assumed that middle school was going to be a challenging four years of my life.Basically, I was extremely nervous and excited for the opening day of middle school.

Ah, Junior High. Those awkward years between sixth and ninth grade when I had no earthly idea what to do with myself. I remember them well. I had to get used to being in a school that wasn’t an elementary school, the way older kids were acting, and how things were in my new school.

When I hear the word “survival”, I think of someone who has made it through the impossible or conquered a near death experience; but that isn't all that it means. According to the the Merriam Webster dictionary, “A survivor is a person who copes well with difficulties in their life.” Moving from elementary school to middle school taught me many new characteristics such as how to be more independent, responsible, and more open to changes.

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

My first day of middle school was extremely difficult for me. I was nervous in my first class, I took a seat next to people that I knew in all my classes. There is no work on the first day, and the teachers basically tell you the same thing. As for lunch, I just found a friend that I used to hang out with last year, and then I found other people from my group from last year, we found a table and ate. I knew that I will like it a lot more than elementary school. In the middle I learned that I needed to work harder and become wiser. Not to let people get in my way of my education. I liked having several teachers instead of just one or teachers. I did not like sitting down in one class all day and I like to move around. I got the opportunity to have new people in each one of my classes. Finally going to middle school gave me to get a new experience. For some reason they work in middle school became easier for me instead of harder. I always thought going to a new school that the work

Finally entering middle school, In band we sat where ever. Christmas came and my first ever band concert, but our seating was already chosen for us that night without us knowing. There, walking towards the seat that have our names on it, with a smile on my face excited to play but my name was nowhere found in the front row. I went to the second row, nothing, and then the third where I found my name. I was last, the very last flute ensemble seat. As I sat, my throat become hard, my chest beating like it was angry, my face redder then red. I was not just angry but a word beyond furious, because I was last seat, it wasn’t fair, I remember practicing so hard and I didn’t even get to show what I got but then I was put last. Throughout middle school,

It was the first day of middle school and so much had changed in just a few months. It wasn't because I was going to a new school, it was because 7th grade was the year I decided I was going to wear the hijab. A hijab is a scarf Muslim women decide on wearing as a cover for their hair; a way to show modesty. I never thought that something that I had grown up around; would be such a hard thing to do myself. I grow up with me mom and sisters wearing the hijab; I never once saw it affect them in their daily lives, so I never thought it would affect mine. When the time came and I decided to wear the hijab; none of my friends expected it, everyone started asking me questions about it. Even though I didn't mind answering the questions, I just

In November, the air is cool and burns my face. The wind passes through my nose and it feels as if I am breathing in a thousand miniature razors. My finger tips and ears are numb. My right side aches where I had been elbowed in the ribs and my ankle from where I tripped just up the field. I hear my mom in the crowd, “Go, baby, go!” Even though, every muscle in my body screams for me to stop, I go. The pain does not bother me, neither does the cold. I am just happy to be here.

Sixth grade the first year of middle school. Some think it will be really hard and some think it will be a piece of cake. For me the first few days are going pretty good. I’ve got all my classes down. There are no mean teachers. Plus, the homework is extremely easy and there is not a lot.

Well in seventh grade was a little hectic for me but I got through it. Emily hadn't moved yet. I mostly hung out with Mikayla, Emily, and who ever stood by the library. I didn't really get the hang out high school til around ninth grade. I don't really even remember most of my classes before ninth grade. I remember sitting by the library in any weather unless the teachers made us go inside the building. Our whole group stood there, there was some I hadn't really talked to yet but I soon became friends with everyone over there. Most of the people I met when I first came to Junior high are now graduated. Ninth grade started Emily had moved. I still hung out with Mikayla though. Then my brother introduced me to this girl named Brianna we hung

Seventh grade sucked. Back when I was in the Junior High, I had to move schools from sixth to seventh grade. I started sixth grade in a private school, but near the end my parents decided it was to time to go to a public school. I entered the Junior high for my seventh grade, which is where my story begins. It was the first day of seventh grade and I was very nervous. For one thing, rumours of excessive bullying and harassment plagued the school according to those who went to my old private school. I was ready for anything. I had received all of my materials including notebooks, binders, and pencils and I brought them in two nice plastic bags as I walked into the school where I would spend the next two years of my school life.

It was the first day of middle school and there were millions of people. At the beginning of the day I was so nervous. Okay Kelly, you can do this...you can do this...We all went to our first class.

I got here at sixth grade late so seventh grade was a full year of Rudyard for me.Almost all my friends were bad influence they would smoke and go do bad things. I was starting to be apart of that group. My main friends in 7th and 9th grade were Eric, Jarrod, and Josh we used to play Xbox all the time I usually never left my house. I was a really cocky student I would never do any work I had all zeros and I used to go to etc all the time. So I wasn’t a very liked student. I dated sam in the eighth grade and I only texted her cause I was too busy playing video games with my friends. Long story short I broke up with her in a text.

Growing up in a predominate white town served a huge challenge for me growing up. Yes, my mother has as much diversity as a blank sheet of paper and my dad is black, but even though I am biracial I have never felt too deeply connected with either side growing up.