Personal Narrative: Gretna Middle School

When I was in elementary school I wasn’t the brightest kid. In fact, I always got B’s, C’s, and sometimes a D at school. Despite getting that score, my parents rarely got mad at me. As a kid, I would always wondered why my parents never care about it, and a lot of time I would think to myself that none of my parents is actually care about me. Going home from school, I got jealous of my friends that got picked up by their parents.

As a member of a team, I had to fully commit myself, because my actions did not only have an effect on myself but my teammates as well. Giving 110% was something my parents had taught me to always do. I learned the importance of responsibility. I told my mom my junior year of high school that I wanted to play lacrosse in college. She had told me if I really wanted to play in college that I would have to work hard, practice more and focus on my grades.

There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.

My husband and I coached teams and took them to tournaments everywhere. After I was done my school life I was a part of accreditation committee for BIA schools. I served on this committee for about 44 years until I retired. I still have loved ones who are alive and well today such as my son, cousins, and grandchildren. I wish I were still there with them and with the schools to help them, but maybe after hearing this you will go out and do something for your community.

Laconia Middle School was the local school for those that lived in Laconia. Knowing most of my classmates and having many friends I felt as though I was at a very good place in life. Attending school everyday was fun for me. I got to be in classes with my best friends, had some of my favorite teachers, worked out a wonderful schedule and played the sports I loved, but if anything middle school was especially important to me was when I began to pick up a fascination for history and also began to realize how the Bosnian War had affected me as a person. Seventh grade was the year I was asked to write an essay about my biggest fear.

Friday night, around 12:00 am, Mason Stokes and Brian Kasaba were around a wooded, shallow grave area off Clemson road, when they saw the skeletal remains of a body, that was revealed by heavy rain, and eroded soil. Spring Valley Brian Kasaba said, “Mason and I were hungry, but my mom wouldn’t let us use the car, so we decided the walk to the store, and get some snacks. We took the back way to avoid crossing so many roads, and out of nowhere Mason screamed so loud. At first I thought he was messing with me because the area was suspicious, but I looked down and saw a bunch skeleton bones, and we both lost it.’’ With all the rain and flooding went on about five days ago, not many people have been on the roads.

Throughout my middle school athletic career, I was a very dedicated volleyball player. I played all year around and spent most of my free time practicing and taking private lessons in order to better myself before it came time to try out at the high school level. After all of my hard work and dedication did not pay off and I was denied an invitation to join the high school team, I had to quickly find an alternative way to get involved. I had always been on a sports team and was unsure I would be able to survive without being on one to keep me busy. My friend, who was a year older than me in school, urged me to join the high school cross country team.

When a person or multiple people read go through my notebooks when I turn my back also cause me to be exceedingly distrusting, and I practically never let my supplies out of my sight just so other people can’t dig through them, although I became aware that this happened more in Elementary school than Junior High, but I am still anxious about others sifting through my sketchbook.

I am in the middle of my freshmen year as I write this Narrative. Now, that you are reading this I am a sophomore and you are a freshmen. I will be telling you what you can do to make your year or years better here at NorthView High School. I remember thinking it was going to be scary I thought I wasn’t going to have that many friends. But, the truth is Middle school and High school is not that different then you think.

Often times in a society where every aspect of life is dictated for you it is hard to find acceptance. In middle school I was beat up on a routine basis so most days I ate my lunch outside behind a wall. I had only one friend and even he didn’t hang out with me much. It wasn’t until I decided to come to cyber that I found a place where I fit in. 7th grade was particularly harsh in that I lost my only friend to suicide.

The four long year I had a lot of ups and down during this years. There were always amazing teachers. That were very helpful. There was so much to do in the middle school. Couple of my most memorable and amazing time at the middle school are when I made my best friends, made the softball team and want to gateway.

When I decided to try out for volleyball my senior year of high school, I was so nervous. I had always been very athletic, but never played a sport like this other than during p.e. at school. But I decided to go for it and take the chance to try something new. The moment I walked into the gym I saw numerous girls performing volleyball drills and hits and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Coach Deatrea Jones came up to my family and I and greeted us with a big smile and handed us the tryout form.

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.

Until middle school, it was typical that I argued with my mother instead of my father as she was the one always home with me and pushing my buttons. However, when I entered middle school something changed. My mother began working part time and it was my father who seemed to push my buttons. Since my mother was adjusting to being busy at work and at home, my father took on more of the parental disciplinary role. This meant that I had to ask him when I wanted to do something.

When I think about my middle school years some memories are clear and others not so clear. What I do remember however, is how to felt once I got to middle school. Even before my first day of sixth grade I was extremely nervous. When I walked into the building of Central Middle school I instantly felt an adrenaline rush. I get nervous quite easily so rushing to find my classes didn’t help exactly.