Personal Narrative: Middle School

And I was up to bat. Two outs, one person on base, and the last inning. I stepped into the batter's box, she winned up for her pitch and throw ball. I step out of the batter's box and look over to my 3rd base line coach. As I did so, out the corner of my eye I saw a familiar face in the crowd.

Then next thing I know is there is two people in front of me before I am up to bat. So I get in my bag to get my batting gloves, helmet, and everything else I needed to go hit. I stand towards the front of the dugout till it is my turn to take some practice swings in the on-deck circle. The batter that was up got walked and now it was my time to do my pre-hit routine in the batters box. I took three swings, then stretch, then talked to people in the crowd to not sike myself out before

Leading off of first base, heart racing, twiddling my fingers and off I go. Long quick strides getting closer to my 23rd stolen base. But suddenly, tumbling down I go halfway to second base. Screaming from the gruesome pain on my knee, off the field to the disabled list I went. A “torn meniscus “were the words that led me to put me belief into practice once again in my life.

I am a catcher that never catches because; I hate the dirt flying up in my face. Next thing I know, the ball came straight at me then… WHAM it hit me, “ouch!” I yelped. I am playing third base, and then the ball got hit hard off the bat and came right towards me.

We were warming up and the girl on third base threw it to me. I missed judged it and it hit my finger. I called timeout and coach came out there to see what was wrong. I told him what had happened and I told him i would be ok and kept playing.

Off to second I went in the blink of an eye. About halfway down the the second baseline I see my dad out of the corner of my eye. He is on third base motioning for me to round second and go to third. As I am just about to slide in I see the third baseman go to catch the ball. I slid in creating a huge cloud of dirt and in the midst of this I hear a loud “OUT”.

When I made a lucky catch, I learned what carelessness could cost you. I was around seven years old at the time, and I played baseball for Lakeview Playground. It was my first year of playing hardball, and like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was happening. Our team name was the “Grey Sharks,” only because our jerseys were

Never mind math! Come play baseball with me! Playing by yourself is boring! Where’ve you been all week? Studying, I told you.

Anyways, I got up to kick and the “superstar” from Mrs. Lennox’s class was pitching. All I could think about was kicking the ball over trailview so this kid would have no chance of fielding it. Well, that didn’t happen, I barely squandered a measly kick near second base and of course he ran from the pitcher's mound all the way to second where he easily fielded the ball. Then he proceeded to run right up to me and instead of tag me with ball, he got a couple inches away from me and chucked it as hard as he could. That really

Everything was black until my rude awakening. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock shrieking like no tomorrow. I throw myself out of my bed trying not to fall back asleep. I think to myself, Great, another day of school, and that was my first thought, the first thing I thought about the day, but what I would be thinking later would be much worse. Tomorrow I have my first geometry unit and next week I would be having my first geometry quiz.

As I trudged out of the classroom, I couldn't get over the disappointment I felt. I already know that going to have a truly horrible

Then I knew I had to do good in this game. So the first person comes up and gets out. I came up to the plate. The first pitch was a ball.

Janet Arlene Stroup, at the age of 79, has quite a few stories about her days in school, and lucky for me, she was happy to share them. Janet attended Evendale Grade School from first grade to eighth grade. Every morning she walked two miles to school with her five younger siblings. At the beginning of the day, someone would ring the bell on top of the school and the children had to begin coming in from playing outside. If they weren’t in their seats by the second bell, they were marked tardy.

Our Good Lunch I hated school, so much that I would stay home often. But that strong hatred ended when I came to middle school. Most people hated middle school, but not me, I loved middle school. The new environment helped me meet my best friend, Delia. Delia, unlike me, is someone who isn’t afraid to make new friends.

“ You lucky the teacher right there, Fish Eyes!” June T. went in the classroom while June M went towards the stairwell. While June T was reading her book , she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened . She kept getting off task while she’s finishing her chapter. Afterwards, the bell rang everyone zoomed out of class.