Personal Narrative: Middle School

I hated it. Everything about it made me want to run away. The students, the teachers, my classes, just everything. I sat alone in lunch and I had no friends to hang around with. I got bullied. I was a girl who had just moved out of Canada to New York. I was small, chubby, had glasses, and I wasn’t as attractive as most middle schoolers. I tried to fit in but, it caused me to get bullied even more. Finally, I had the chance to switch schools,

My fourth through fifth grade I went to the same elementary school and was the best for me. It was the best because I been knowing the same people since preschool and had classes with the people I knew. But as the fourth grade came along I was separated with the people I knew in preschool and been friends ever since. I was very upset. In my fourth grade classes it was like getting to know the people that I went to preschool with and didn’t know them at all. As a couple weeks went passed things changed a lot. I start to get to along with the people that I didn’t know and became very closed friends. As the fifth grade came along that’s when the people I knew since preschool and been close friends with. The Fifth grade had all my friends and

I knew once I stepped through those doors that was home for me. Two weeks later I transferred and started January 4, 2016 the first day back from Christmas break. I was ecstatic, happy, and nervous, but I knew I made the right choice and every day after that has been fantastic. I played sports every season, I joined clubs, and most importantly found happiness. I am into to my senior year and it is flying by like a cheetah on skies.

The first day of middle school for me was both terrifying and exciting. I made a lot of new friends within the year. I remember the first day very well. I had woke up at 5;30 a.m. I was extremely tired. All i wanted was to throw my alarm clock across the room and sleep for the rest of the day. I could smell my mom making breakfast, it was pancakes my favorite. I finally got up after smelling that. While I was getting ready, was kinda excited to be in the sixth grade. I was finally in middle school. However, I was also extremely scared. I was thinking about how my classes would go? Are my teachers nice? Am I gonna have classes with my friends? After I ate breakfast, I got in the car with my mom and met up with my best friend Kalliee so we could at least walk in together because we didn 't have any classes together.

In 2015, I started my eighth grade school year in student home caterina with mr and mrs wagner. I was on the crusaders team with mr. bush, mrs. number, mrs. squaresky, mr.shur, and miss. ainsworth. People who i believe contributed to my success today would be my seventh grade houseparents Mr and Mrs Troop.The Troops made me a successful person because they always told me not to give up and that they saw something grand in me. Even when i made bad decisions which was most of the time they still loved me and saw that one day i could be a star in everyone 's eyes. A class that helped me get to where I am today in Middle School were career exploration because it made me think and figure out what i want to be when i grow up. Two other classes that

I believed that high school would be a great difference from middle school. I remember that most of my classmates were scared of the adventure we had before us. I, on the other hand, was excited. Ever since the sixth grade, I have longed to walk those halls. I was tired of the strict rules and limited amount of freedom. High school was an experience I was ready for.

It was a diverse and strict school with many rules I had follow so I knew I had to make a big adjustment. It was challenging for me to come from a school with nothing but freedom and those I’m used to being around on a daily basis to an environment where they teach and students there learn and actually had an interest to want to. I tried to adjust their but I just couldn’t and found myself not attending school once again.

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.

Conversely, when I transferred schools for my sophomore year, it was as diverse as New York City. Unlike my first school located near the city, this new school was pinpointed right in the middle of the suburbs. I finally felt like I belonged there, yet again I naturally felt lost in a sea of people. Just like my freshman year, everyone in my grade actually knew one another. Instead of ignoring me, my peers knew that I was a newbie in the school, so a lot of them ventured out of their way to get to know me.

High school was a roller coaster ride for me, from the endless fun of parties to the minor breakdowns and panic attacks that would land myself in the hospital. The pressure and stress got to me and the fact that failing out of the school that I’ve been going to for twelve years with long life friends was coming to an end. Now that I look back at it though it might have been the best decision for my well-being because then I would of not been able to meet the people that I met at Chamblee Charter High School. You would think moving from a private to a public school would be a big cultural shock, you are very correct. Atlanta International School, which was the school I went for basically my whole life, was a very open minded, well rounded, and accepting establishment since the most of the students where from all over the world.

When 6th grade came, I transferred into a Baltimore City Public School since I really wasn’t getting the education I needed at the private school. It was still rough not fitting it. I thought that becoming like the other kids would make me happy, but I was learning new things everyday and I realized in high school that being the outcast is better than being like everyone else.   The journey I dealt with in high school was very emotionally tough and life changing.

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.

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.

Everyone has had someone close pass away. Well in my case, it was my best friend Ethan. He pass away in 2013 from a mistake by the doctor.I know that he always wanted me happy, but that wasn’t always the case when he first was gone. let me tell you about our mind boggling years with Ethan.

Lots of people say that middle school is hard, has lots of responsibilities and you have to be on time for everything. Then I thought there weren 't serious till I actually went to middle school myself. Soon after elementary I went to a middle school that I went to was called Lincoln middle school, it wasn’t a big school, but it was a decent school. When I first went into that building I was excited to make new friends and meet my teacher, but then this lady that was the 6th grade dean(consular) gave me this piece of paper that had many classes on it and I ask her “why there are so many classes?” she says “Because that how middle school works”.After words I went to my first class which was math and the math teacher told me and the class that