Personal Narrative: Looking Back At A Middle School

Fitting in. In other words “to fit in.” How can two simple words influence society and hold such weight over adolescents and even adults? Though my mind can’t understand the idea of what this phrase truly means, these words genuinely took a toll on me for a period of time during my semester here at Stony. If someone asked me what fitting in meant two years ago, I would have responded stating that “in order to “fit in,” you must have a lot of friends, do things you might not be comfortable with in order to please someone or a group, be skinny, wear make-up, wearing expensive clothing so that you won’t be considered a bump, etc. On the other hand, if someone asked me what fitting in means today, I would say there is no need to go through all of

A hard time in my life was when I moved here. I did not want to leave my life in Maricopa, the place I moved from. I loved it there. I had my girlfriend, my many friends, my marching band family (I call them my family because they seem like it, I hang around with them so much they are my life), and a lot of other stuff too like school rank, grades, and most importantly the teachers and classmates I really liked to be around. I, when/while moving here, went through the stages of grief, or so I was told. I did not even want to think about moving during the time before I moved. I just wanted to live my life normally, go home to a fully furnished, not packed house. I miss all my friends, every single one of them, now I will never see them again, even

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.

One day Jose Michard Teixeira responded to a writing prompt about patience. Teixeira doesn’t have patience for things like having feeling for people that doesn’t have his best interest in heart. He doesn’t feel like being used anymore. If I was him I would agree with him. I think that almost everybody had a time that a friend was disloyal to him or her once or that you don’t want to be nice anymore because you always have a negative response when you try to reach out.

Coming out was hard for me. Freshmen year was the beginning of the “best” four years of my life. I had heard all the lectures, high school this, high school that. I was ecstatic. High School I had been waiting 14 years, I was finally here. Middle School was hard for me, so I was

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.

During middle school, I experienced many fun activities, including sports, entertainment, band ,and learning. Since the first day I came here, and the last day I will ever be walking through these walls. When I came here, I was scared of walking through those doors that gateways to the middle school. My dad was next to me, I didn't want to leave his side. As I walked, tears filled in both my father and I. Once I got in, I couldn’t look back. I was scared, and pretty much lost, but as the day went by, I tried finding my way, and learning the whole building. As the weeks and months went by, I soon started seeing how friendly everyone was, my teachers were all nice and amazing. I started noticing middle school wasn’t that bad as other people

Has this ever happen to you.in the first day of middle school? Well for my yes.

My first year of middle school was when music became a challenge for me. I had been playing the flute for three years and in those three years, music seemed to come to me naturally and I had no issue playing music that was put in front of me. Because I had been playing longer than most kids in my school, I was asked to join the honors band which was comprised of the best players in the school. The first day of official practice was when I encountered the piece of music that challenged me for months, Geneva by Timothy Broege.

One main conflict or obstacle I have dealt with throughout high school is self-confidence and not caring what other people think of me- not letting them control my happiness. This has been a struggle throughout high school. I think it all started freshman year when I went to a school where a lot of people knew people. I never really felt like I belonged. Everyone looked so much older than me and I didn’t feel like I really fit in. Since it was a small high school, there weren’t many clubs or activities to do. I didn’t really get involved, so I didn’t really have any friends. It was here when I started to really care what people thought about me and then my self-confidence began to plummet. I saw all of my old middle school friends posting fun pictures on social media, saying how much fun they were having with all of their new friends or boyfriends. This made me feel even more insecure, like I was doing something wrong, like I wasn’t good enough.

I would never have thought walking into the cafeteria this morning, how much a signal mans words could impact and change me for the better. Dr. Fowlin’s words were like music to my ears; I could not stop listening to what he had to stay. He made solutions to my thoughts and worries. To be honest, before the assembly, I felt bad for those who do not fit in, but I never took action to make them feel welcomed. Once listening to Mikey, I realized I could do many simple things to make someone's day. Even if I do not consider them “my friend” or I never talk to them, I am going to make sure, I give them a simple smile in the halls. Just from that smirk I could change that person's, day and make them feel better about themself. After the performance I feel even stronger that everyone is different but, in special ways.

On the day of our first visit to Rogers-Herr Middle School I already had the understanding that I do not want to be a middle school teacher. When arriving to the school and during our school tour I did notice several things about the school which impressed me. The first thing that I noticed about Rogers-Herr is that it is a year round middle school, as a teacher I think I would enjoy a year round school because of the breaks from school. Walking through the halls of the middle school and observing the classrooms I noticed a big difference between the 6th and 8th grade student. Not so odd but the 6th grade students were a lot more immature than the 8th grade students. I also noticed that the teachers of the 6th graders somewhat still treated

Imagine this, a little girl coming up to you trying to talk, but she can't get more than one syllable out. That is how I was for a lot of my life. I had a very bad stuttering issue. Now, I am a very talkative person, but when I was little I was so nervous to stutter, that I would avoid talking to people at all costs. I would only stutter when I was talking to a group, but with my friends I talked with no issue. Soon my mom and dad realized it was becoming more of a problem so they took me to have a talk with my school speech therapist. Her name was Mrs.Rigial. She had long black wavy hair and green eyes, she was at least in her 40’s and she talked with a smooth voice. She recommended that I meet with her every week to work out ways to help

The Phillip that you’d say hi to when you were in middle school is the opposite of the current Phillip seen around Tech Boston nowadays. My story at TBA all started in 6th grade, a fresh new start for someone who had a terrible time in elementary school hoping for a different story. When I stepped into class on the 1st day, I already felt disconnected between me and 99% of the class. I was from a completely different background than most of my peers so I couldn’t relate to them at all, my taciturn demeanor didn’t help the situation either.My only real friends would be my brother and my two friends Malik and Timothy. Academically I was doing good enough to be in the upper half of the grade but never with my full effort so I was never actually

Now before you assume that I have abandoned nine years of school, let me explain. I attended a small Catholic school growing up. It wasn’t defined as a traditional elementary or middle school. To me, a division between the two was nonexistent. I just referred to it as school. My timeline here began with Kindergarten and ended with eighth grade. Classes consisted of the same set of kids with the exception of stragglers that left and joined throughout the years. With the exception of the few that joined later, my grade basically grew up with each other and we were somewhat a close knit family by the start of eighth grade. We had an esoteric understanding of how each person’s dynamic fit