Personal Narrative Essay: The First Day Of Middle School

It was first day of middle school, my mother used to pick me after school but now wasn 't able to so I had to start riding the bus. I 've never road the bus to my house before so I was scared. Once the bell rang for school to get let out I walked outside along with the other kids to find my bus, 210. I spent about 20 minutes looking for my bus and I guess I spend so much time looking for it that all the buses started leaving.

I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself. Twenty minutes passed and I was off the bus heading to my locker when a old friend of mine approached me. She told me that my best friend (may I add my only friend) had called me a brat and said she didn’t want to

Loser, Hand Me Down, Cheap Shot, Rat, That Guy, Nerd. Kids throw names at me faster than lightning strikes trees. A good student can be another’s nightmare. Anyway, my life is a snow storm, people melting me down to puddles and others building me up. I had friends once. Now, here I am wishing on every wishbone for a true friend.

The time had come for me to become a 6th grader. It would definitely be a difficult transition for me going to a brand new place with hulking monsters known to everyone as the eighth graders. Going to middle school would mean that I would have to meet new people from other elementary schools and that I could possibly lose my old friends. I really wanted to stay behind in elementary school where everything seemed so predictable and friendly. I also wanted to stay behind in elementary school because I never wanted to start studying for tests and quizzes. Ugh! The memory of the summer of before 6th grade still remains with me like the back of my hand. I still can picture seeing water pouring out

It was July 12, 2012 when my parents told me, "We are moving to Tennessee because we are going to buy a business." I was very mad because I had to leave my relatives and friends. However, It was also an opportunity to start over and experience new things. When we arrived, we stopped by my cousin 's house. I stayed there until we found a place to stay close to the business. On August 8, 2012 it was my first day of school at McEwen High School. I was very nervous and scared. The school was very small and everyone knew each other. A new student was a big deal, they want to know all your business. My parents bought the Dairy Queen, so everybody already found out because it was a small town. The first day I wore Jordan 's, and everyone else was wearing boots. CULTURE SHOCK!

At the start of seventh grade I had very stressful worries, but most of my anxiety went away as the year went on. I still have some worries that are stressful now. My first major worry is about forgetting my homework because I can’t get it if I had left it at my house. My next worry that I still have is being late. An example of this is that instead of my dad taking me to school, my mom is taking my brother and I. My brother doesn’t go very fast in the morning so it slows everything down. This shows that I have a higher chance of being late than before with my brother that is late getting up in the morning. One worry that gave me a lot of stress before, but has faded is getting lost or not knowing where to go next. This is because I have learned where all of my classes are and I am never alone in the halls. Now I don’t have to stress over getting lost anymore. My last worry that has faded is that there will be a lot of homework. A reason why I felt this anxiety was because with volleyball every night I knew I would need

How did middle school change me? Middle school changes people, people lose friends in middle school, and people learn that a good life isn’t just handed to them. I learned this lesson to. And not only by my teachers,for example ,my soccer coach. He taught me that if I don’t work hard for a place on the team, and if i didn’t I might not even play at all.

As I stepped on the bus I felt a little nervous. This was my first ride on a city bus. I picked a seat near the front and by a window so I could see where I was going. I just kept thinking, “Don’t miss your stop. Don’t miss your stop.” Listening to the screech of the brakes at each stop and smelling the exhaust fumes made me miss my car. I had been in Baltimore for about two months and I have really yet to venture out and explore the city. Moving to a new state is a scary but thrilling experience. Being unfamiliar with your new surroundings is intimidating and a little unnerving at times. I lived my whole life in Florida - Ft Lauderdale, Florida, and I know the area like the back of my hand. So, when I moved to Baltimore my world became Cold

My home in Texas was all I had known for most of my life. Of course, my family traveled on vacations and went to visit relatives, but I hadn’t known any other home. I enjoyed living in Texas. The weather was usually warm so I could normally play outside with my neighbors, we had a sizable backyard with a small little grove of trees in one of the far back corners and a swing set and I had a capacious room with a window looking out to the street. I thought school was kinda’ fun and I enjoyed playing with my friends at recess. My life was normal.

Starting middle school challenges any kid transitioning into a teenager. Simple small changes like going from cubbies to lockers excite students. Bigger changes like transitioning from one all day class to six individual classes and pluses and minuses to letter grades can leave some students shell-shocked with new responsibilities. I remember the struggle I had keeping up with all of this in my first year. I found social studies homework especially difficult for me. I went to class and didn’t give the course work my best effort. As a result, my grades slipped to the point that I had failing grades in a few classes. I didn’t know what to do, and didn’t really want to do anything about it. I was drowning in a pool of laziness. One evening, I nearly began trembling when my mother decided she wanted to check my grades.

Warren awoke to the buzzing sound of his alarm--6:30 in the morning. He threw his tan comforter blanket to the wall and slid out of bed. He walked heavier than an elephant across his wooden floor to the kitchen. His mother was making his everyday breakfast--two buttermilk waffles and a small glass of milk. He ravaged it to the last crumb. Right after, he got up, dropped his dishes in the sink and went off to brush his teeth and get dressed. Sloppy as ever he got through it. Man, he just wanted the school week to end, and the school year--only a month and a half left. But today won’t help him at all--a big test awaited him. He grabbed his backpack and his lunch, slouched out the door, said goodbye to his mother, and started walking down the street to the bus stop.

By the end of fifth grade, I thought that I had figured out how other kids thought and acted. Believing that every person would accept you no matter what or that the worst of your problems was that the kid who sits behind you doesn’t feel like playing kickball at

Growing up in the Sunshine State then moving to the Big Apple was quite the challenge for an 11-year-old girl. With the loss of our house and mothers job we were devastated. Remembering the moment my mother sat my sister and I down after school and asked us if we wanted to move was jaw dropping. Although we both knew that it wasn 't really a question but a statement, a statement that I liked. Hardships followed when we came to realize living in New York specifically Long Island is really hard to pull off when you are raised by a single mother. Times were tough but I knew that somehow we could make it.

In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.

My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into. This surge of anxiety