Personal Narrative: Moving Away From My Middle School

When I look back on the memories I 've made the friends that I now have the struggles I 've been through and the goals I did all most likely did not I realize that going it all went by in a Flash I know I 'm going to miss SMS I cannot begin to explain how much I have come to love this place the positive vibes and the smiles that welcome you into every day although it wasn 't always easy and there were some bad moments I 'm going to miss it here but I am happy to be to be moving up to high school I hope that you enjoy have enjoyed this year as much as I did what I will almost remember my first year SMS from the drama to crying on the last day I 'll only be able to remember the best moments one of my favorite moments was the winter carnival my

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.

Switching schools can be difficult. Especially when you don’t really know anyone except some of people that went to the same elementary school as you. The scariest school move so far was from elementary school to middle school. It was scary because at the time all my friendships were on the rocks and that killed me. My friends were all I had to look forward to. If I had no friends There was nothing for me in middle school. Anyway I went into Coal Ridge a nervous wreck. I slowly figured out that me and one of my friends had all the same core classes as me. When I found out it calmed me a little bit but, I was still really nervous to go to my classes. I didn’t meet any of my teachers before. So I used a few of Jackie Robinson's nine values to help myself get through middle school.

This was a decision that had been haunting me for months. I wanted to transfer my senior year from my arts high school to the more traditional high school setting. I had two choices in front of me. One, leave behind my friends, start over, and take a leap of faith. Or two, stick it out and be unhappy for a year. This constant battle seemed to never leave my head.

After leaving Jewish day school in the sixth grade and moving to a public school, I struggled to maintain my connection to my faith. It was difficult for me to return to synagogue on Saturdays, as there was a social pressure to make connections with new friends, and manage the new workload. Slowly but surely, I saw the parts of made me Jewish fade into the background. In the seventh grade, I had an enlightening conversation with my grandmother, who suggested I take part in the Ivry Prozdor program at the Jewish Theological Seminary, where my grandfather had received his rabbinical degree. On Sunday mornings, I engaged in fascinating classes on Jewish law, heritage, history as well as conversation Hebrew language. I have studied at Prozdor every

This letter is to address my changing of school within the past few year. I first attended Pennsylvania Highlands Community College starting in high school and had received an Associates in Liberal Arts; I had left this institution to pursue other education opportunities. Attending Mount Aloysius College based on an interest in their nursing program, I had decided to leave this institution after not being accepted into the nursing degree. Conemaugh School of Nursing, I voluntarily took leave after my father passing away unexpectedly, leaving business and personal matter that needed my immediate attention. Most recently I had attended Saint Francis University, where I would still be attending today, but I had lost a large scholarship that was

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.

Middle school is often portrayed as the not-fun years of school because kids are going through so many changes. The middle school years are very important because of these changes. Without the proper institution to guide them through these changes, students may make poor decisions. That’s why I believe my experience at Central York Middle School has been imperative to my academic success.

Let’s move on. Moving to high school, this is where it becomes permanent. Between the ages of 13-17 I had figured out for certain who I was and what I wanted to become. So I did it. The first two years were a bit rocky, I’ll be honest. Then I became New Mexico’s largest school’s student body vice president, obtained scholarships, won student of the year, participated in multiple clubs and extra-curricular activities while the other kids flunked and smoked weed every day, (not that there is anything bad with weed it just so happens there is a correlation with failure and weed quite often, ther are the excepts however) grew my skills as a programmer/dancer/DJ/entrepreneur/everything, participated in many state conferences and western regional

For a long while, during my time in middle school and the start of high school, the thought of doing really well in school never dawned on me. I’m the kind of person that always think about life in the near future, never extending far enough to think about what I really want to do and where I want to go. My grades had always been average, never dropping low enough to hurt my future but also never rising high enough to push me far, until I reached tenth grade. My laziness got to me and I just didn’t care anymore. My GPA dropped so low, seeing it can make anyone gasp. People swarmed around me, pressuring me to do better. I managed to pull my grades up but I didn’t do it for myself.

Fifteen and naïve, there was nothing my father could teach me that I already didn’t know or at least I thought. At times, I can still be seen weighing the many advices he gave me growing up. At the tender age of fifteen, my father decided to move back to Colombia. While it has taking me a while to forgive, I understand his many reasons for doing so. His leaving left some ramifications, especially for my mother and eleven year old sister.

Every once in awhile I look back on the first day I met Ryan. It was the day I entered Middle School. At the end of that first school day, I emptied my locker and realized I was carrying an armload of textbooks. This was the usual procedure for the start of any school year. Anyway, I started the walk home and noticed Ryan carrying even more books than I was. It looked like they would slip out of his arms any second. Well, my prediction did materialize because just then a bunch of kids shoved him and caused his books to fly out of his arms. He tripped and fell into the dirt. His books landed in the grass and settled in a scattered pile right in front of me. I bent down and picked them up. As I handed them to him I said, “Don’t let it bother you, they’re idiots.” I could see that he was terribly upset, it didn’t seem to be because of the “idiots.”

One of the most important decisions I’ve made was choosing which high school to go to. It started out as a whim, but it ended up becoming my last hope.

“Congratulations Mija, you did it!” My mom shouted as we were walking down the stairs of Dundee Elementary where I had graduated 6th grade. As we stepped down to the last step, I looked around and took a big gasp of air. “Ahhh! I did it.” I was excited I graduated but more excited for summer vacation and middle school. I will soon be walking the hallways and breathing the same air with all the preteens and teenagers! I was so ecstatic but then, my hand started sweating, my heart beat faster, and I began to feel nausea. I am no longer a kid? I am going to be in 7th grade, middle school? When I think of something bad all the bad thoughts start flooring in. Bigger kids, meaner kids, school fights, rumors, piles of homework, mean teachers, boy

I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My