Second Grade-Personal Narrative

“I would be honored to invite Demetri Ford and his little sister, Tiana Ford, to the stage!”

Back in middle school around the 6th grade I was a bitter person. Having been hurt from past and present situations I was not keen on forming relationships with other people. I always kept to myself, never causing any trouble and sure to keep far from it by turning the other cheek. Then one day the student occupying the seat beside me mistakenly took my school pack believing it to be his own. I had only become aware of the mistake after he had begun leaving out the classroom’s door. Before he was able to reach the schools exit i managed to catch up to him; informing him of the mistake he made. With that brief encounter a small friendship began. Everyday afterwards the same student would spark a conversation with me before classes began. He

I go to the kitchen to eat breakfast, and to my surprise, there was no more of my favorite cereal, HONEY NUT CHEERIOS!!!!! But wait, I’m not done yet that wasn’t even the worst thing….. Yet. The milk was all gone and we had to buy more, which we did…… after we left the house to go to the vacation. CURSE MY BAD LUCK!!! We had to eat the oatmeal or bread that was left in the fridge. I wasn’t very happy but it was alright, unless that’s what I thought. I think it was my first year in Fountain Woods (4th Grade year) and I kind of liked it. Go to my classroom to give my teacher a present. As I’m on my way to her classroom, I fall down the stairs and I was near the top. I go back upstairs to her classroom, give a little speech, and give the whole class a hug, at the same time. You think that there is no problem, there actually was a problem. When I was home, I may have drowned myself with cologne, which had a really nice scent, so it may have been really hard to get out the classroom.I’m walking downstairs but trip over the stairs and fall all the way down the stair. I get to the car we were driving to go to Canada, it was burning so much that I felt that I was melting in the car. So I decided to fall to asleep. We arrive at our location at midnight and I was still tired. I think I may have slept until 1 P.M . So thinking back at that day, I knew that today was a start of something amazing. Then I later fall on a car because I was daydreaming. I knew something bad was going

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

It's the last day of 5th grade. Today we’ll find out who our new teacher would be next year, and then it happened! Our teacher handed out our report cards and supply list and right on the bottom in big, bold letters, said the name. It was our 6th grade teacher, Mr. Persampire.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is

The two and a half months of summer ended and I was ready to start 8th grade. I was excited and I found out I was in the same pod with my best friend. I felt confident as I walked into room B5 and greeted Mr. Gill. The year started great and I knew my way to all my classes. I studied a lot more in 8th grade. Nearly every test I studied. And by the end of the marking period I had all A’s and B’s. I brought my lunch from home more often and I participate more in class.

One of the hardest and most influential days of my life was when I started middle school. It was my first time switching schools in six years and I wasn’t sure I was ready to. Some of my friends had known me for those six years and some even more. I had all sorts of questions running through my head on the day of the orientation. Like, what if I don’t fit in or what if I get lost on my first day? All of these questions disappeared when I stepped into what would soon be my new school.

I went to school like it was any other day. I remember my mother being very scared about me going to school that day. My mom keep saying she was thinking about checking me out from school early. I went on to school at Southmoore high school where I was a sophomore at the time. I was 16 years old. School was very normal that day not much talk about the tornado the day before. It was a very stressful week in school. It was the last week before summer and we were in the middle of finals. I was setting in my 5th hour English class and my mom texted me she said "Amanda do you think I should come get you from school? The news is saying there's going to be a tornado later". I said " No I think it will be fine." My mom had an appointment in south Oklahoma City to get her tattoo

I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.

Seventh grade started off well for me, as most school years did. There was the usual getting used to schedules, teachers, and so on, which always took effect, and then adjusting to who you’re in class with. Well, this and I began my third year of scouting, along with a few of my friends. This allowed us to go camping with each other often, and I enjoyed it very much. All of this held true until around December, so about ⅓ of the way through the school year. This was when my grandpa was sent into the hospital again from a heart problem that he had. When I say “again” I don’t mean that anything had happened too recently, but he did he stay there the previous January before seventh grade. At first, no one in my family worried, but quickly were doubting our initial thoughts. The reason he had relapsed from his previous recovery of the heart condition is because he had taken pills that doctors had told him he would have to take for the rest of his life. This was problematic to him because he had never taken pills for a prolonged period of time before, so after roughly ten months he stopped taking them. He thought he could, even though it went against the doctor's orders, just

This passage reminds me about a pen pal that I used to write to every month in grade five. However, when I was in grade seven, I lost contact with her as I didn't receive any letters back from her for over a year. Even though she stopped replying me since grade seven, I still continue to check my mailbox every day hoping to receive a letter from her one day just like what Liesel did in this passage. Also, for the first few months, I would always be worried about her and wonder what has happened to her. As a result, I had many sleepless

During Kindergarten in California my classmates and I was so happy to be out of school. During the summer, my Mom and brother and I went to Washington to visit my relatives. I got used to going to Washington for vacation, ever since we go to Washington I start crying and throwing a meltdown, but I got over it because, I love it going to be a great time. I even saw my other nephews and nieces. We took pictures, play games, watch TV, and even play outside. And then we celebrated my 7th birthday there during August, and I enjoy it. Throughout the ½ months in Washington. My dad visited us to see how is our vacation. We stayed over at our cousin’s house during the summer. The fun moment I had is that I get to go to the mall

Elementary school is hard. Mrs. Valerie, my first grade teacher, gave us a math worksheet, and it was easy up until I got to the back side. There were four long word problems! What does she think this is: middle school? Only I said it in my head. If she heard that, I would have gone straight to the principal’s office. I started the first one. I read all the words swiftly until I got to a word that I had never seen before in my life. It was only four letters: A-L-S-O. It looked like a whole different language. “When you come across a word you do not know, sound it out,” my mom would always say to me. I started to sound it out. “A-L-O-S,” but it was wrong. “A-L-Y-S-A-W,” I tried again, but it was still wrong. I did this over and over again thinking I was never going to get it. At the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Valerie walking around. Oh no, she is going to think I cannot pronounce simple English words. I pretended like I was hard at work on another problem until she walked past me. Now I just had to figure out what the word meant before she came around again. I tried everything that I could possibly think of. I tried to sound out each letter, and I