Personal Narrative: Middle School

The transition from middle school to high school is what shaped me the most and this adjustment has changed me in both good and bad ways. As a freshman, I enrolled in a private school, called Bridgemont High School. It was a very small school and did not have the same help as the public schools offered. I didn 't have an ELD class and classes providing extra help were limited. Eld means einglish language development, these classes are classes to help develop your english speaking skills even though i can speak english i had poor grammar. I had general education classes; math, english, science, history, and so on. The first two years of high school I struggled with a good majority of my courses. We had tutors that came in once a week to only

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.

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. My friends’ parents would always tutor their kids the school materials after school, except for my parents. I never accept that my parents are too busy working, but actually they worked from morning until late at night. I rarely got to spend time with them, my grandmother is the one who took care of me most of the time and that’s why I feel so grateful towards her all the time..

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

As a young aspiring musician in middle school, I wanted to start a band desperately. Instead, I was known as Emerson Middle School 's’ music freak. I posted flyers in businesses around my hometown and online ads. I wanted to be like Amy Lee from Evanescence terribly, but my taste in music was different than most people. When my fellow classmates heard about my compositions and ideas, they thought it was a joke. At first when my classmates told me that they wanted to be in my band, I was overjoyed. I thought that I would be able to have a group to perform and collaborate with in compositions. After a month, my classmates told me it was a joke, and they thought I knew about it. I was heartbroken, but I knew that I needed to be in an environment

I overcame many obstacles to become this person I am today. I never knew each year things would get challenging for me that would change my life forever. My family was from Kingston, Jamaica so I really didn’t understand that much of the United States because they were somewhat learning about the country too. When attending school, I never use to fit in with the other kids; I would only have one or two friends. I’ve gone through bullying which made me feel like I was weak inside and what I wouldn’t amount to anything in life. Today I am a confident, hardworking, positive, and strong African-American young women.

A huge number of kids that are going on to junior Think the won’t be able to survive, most of them are scared to come because they fear that they won’t have enough time between classes, Not opening your locker, and lastly they fear that they will be squashed or pushed by the 8th graders!

When I was in high school, times were very difficult. I didn’t have many friends and I had issues that I had to deal with. I never understood why I didn't have many friends. I would talk to people and try to start a conversation. But, most people would shut me out. It hurt my self-confidence. I wondered if people didn’t like me very much. I think they thought I was a loser.

Joseph Campbell, who studied in ancient mythology, created the theory that every story is based on one cycle. Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey shows all of the stages in a storyline I could and most likely will go through. All things that I could experience will fit into one of the stages. My life as a whole will experience most, if not all of these steps and would repeat different parts multiple times. This is why even one small part of my life could be categorized in Joseph Campbell 's Hero 's Journey. I am on my own journey, or you could say my own “Hero’s Journey.” My life imitates Joseph Campbell’s Hero 's Journey very well because I 've had to step out of my ordinary world, I 've been called to “adventure” and “refused the call”, and most certainly I have had some rewards and I 'm still on the “road back.”

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

Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people. I felt as if I should have stayed in middle school. I did not feel that I fit in with the rest of my peers not physically or mentally, aside from maturing I needed to work on getting fully comfortable with myself before I would be able to expose myself to others. You are so much more to me than just my mom, you are my best friend. Mom you are the

We all remember how terrified, clueless and lost we felt during our freshman year of high school. By the time sophomore year rolls around, you have a decent amount of friends, you know where your homeroom is, and you 're pretty much used to everything the school has to offer. During my freshman year, I felt the most typical emotions a freshman would feel from starting a new school. Similarly, in the beginning of my sophomore year, I experienced some of the same emotions as a result of transferring to a new school. The ninth grade was not a great year for me academically, socially and emotionally. On the contrary, despite feeling lost again in the tenth grade, I had one my the best years in high school.

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.

I was now at Harlem High School. It had two campuses. The South Campus was for freshman and sophomores. In Machesney Park, the North Campus was for juniors and seniors. I was going to take this moment as a chance to become the kid who was liked or at least accepted. This time I was going to be proactive. I was not going to be anyone’s puppy. I was going to be bold, strong, and would be no one’s play toy.

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.