Personal Narrative: My Experience After High School In 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 a warm and windy morning in the month of June 2007. I was 7 years old and my family planned a big trip to go to Hershey park. I was so excited it made me want to scream at the top of my lungs. But I didn’t. This trip was going to be the best trip of the summer. My Mom called my other family to say if they wanted to go with us. They said yes, and that made me happy. We usually don’t get to see our cousins.

“All dreams can come true if you have the courage to pursue them.”-Walt Disney My trip to Disney World was really enjoyable, one for the record books. We drove to Florida and spent 5 days there. When we arrived in Orlando, we went to our condo, at World Quest Resorts. After unpacking, I took my brothers to swim at the pool. After swimming my family and I went out to dinner and decided to do some shopping in Downtown Disney. In The Dinosaur Cafe they have a Build-a-Bear. There we made dinosaurs and bought clothes for them. We shopped in lots of stores. We walked around and saw the Lego Sculptures that were all over Downtown Disney. My favorite would have to be the Lego Store or the Candy Store. Finally we went back to the condo and got a good night sleep for our big day tomorrow.

It was 10.30pm when all of us got together as one to start the jouney from the fort bus stand. We were excited when the bus started moving and couldn't wait to reach the destination. It was all misty on the way and all we knew is that we are going to have a great time. The bus driver didn't stop exactly where we wanted to get down.

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..

‘’Wow’’, I thought when I compared Six Flags Magic Mountain to Knotts Berry Farm, Visually the rides were way more extreme. As I was walking around with my mom, uncle, and brother me my mom and my brother had a hard time keeping up with my uncle because he was walking extremely fast, he clearly knew his way around. As the worker at Six Flags started buckling all of us up my teeth started grinding against each other. Although I could feel the excitement going down my spine. ‘’Ch ch ch ch’’ as we went up, until we came to a stop that my knees were quivering with fear when all of a sudden, I’m screaming my head off!, once we went through the loopty loop I almost peed myself on that ride which was called the Viper.

Breath was rushing out the kid who wore a Gray and blue uniform, the boy 's hair was black and poked straight up in twisted curls, he had brown eyes that looked like dirt, he was strong and athletic, his name was D’haquille Jones, and I was DhaQuille Jones, staring down at the newly glazed floorboards of John Pickett high school gym. The ref blew the whistle signaling that our time out was over, and all we had was thirteen precious seconds to beat the Valencia high. I jogged onto the court, adrenaline rushing through my body. The ref tossed the ball towards Chris, once he had found the open man he lobbed it over the oncoming defender. Calling for the ball I sprinted around my defender to get open. I Felt the sticky grip of the ball in my hand thinking of it as if I was holding the entire game. I ignored the fans screaming my name and cheering me on. My feet pounded the floor one by one as the ball bounced up and down on the court, with only five seconds I found my lane and took it. Their was the clock taunting me, four,

Brow furrowed in concentration and anxious about the massive crowds, the ticket collector prepares for the crushing energetic onslaught. The sight of excited park goers, lining up, like a slow, slithering, infinite snake brings a sense of anticipation. Like a curious explorer, I absorb the park map, preparing for my enjoyment of this expansive territory. From a distance, the kaleidoscope of structures, both lure me toward and repel me away from this daunting adventure. Towering high above the low clouds, the roller coasters look like giant pinwheels rotating in the sky. Hearing crunching under my feet, I look down at the confetti of discarded popcorn and candy littering the broad entrance path. The cacophony of people’s screams

I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out. It was the day of gym. There was basketballs and volleyballs. As far as in the corner it could be, there was tetherball. I thought it would be fun to go and join them. Try and make friends, but it was not like that for them. The ball came around to the girls’ side and Boom. My face was bloody as it ever could be. My glasses were thrown off my face, my eyes were starting to bruise and finally, I could barely see out of my eyes. It went on for weeks after weeks.

Disney World was a world full of sunshine and smiles during the day, but at night that all changed… The Disney Villains became heroes, and the heroes became villains. What happened you may ask, the queen Maleficent happened. She had put a curse on everything and everyone at Disney World. It just so happened that I was there at the time. You may be wondering why she casted the spell, little did I know that I was at the center of it all…

When Conner arrived at Cedar Point, it was a whimsical and magnificent sight. All of the rides, games and food that he smelled at the food booths everywhere you walked, and looked. The first thing he did was go to the roller coasters. The first option was a roller coaster called the Gatekeeper. When Conner got on the Gatekeeper, he was really scared, he was shaking, but also excited. When he got to the very top of the descent up, the roller coaster started going really fast, he was screaming, but those screams were of fear, but also enjoyment of the thrill of the Gatekeeper, Conner was so thankful that he got on it, it was one of the greatest thrills that he´d ever witnessed and been a part of.

Remember reading fantasy stories of fairies and talking animals as little kids and wanting more than anything to enter the story yourself? Well, I fell in love with Harry Potter when I was in second grade. I have become more and more obsessed with the story and it's complicated meanings

When I was 10 years old this little movie named Free Willy came out. I fell in love with that movie. I actually cried when Willy jumped over that jetty and freed himself. I wanted Free Willy everything. By this time I haven’t been to Seaworld yet. I begged my mom to take me to Seaworld for my birthday. Seaworld was in San Diego which was two hours away. Anyway, my mom surprised me and took me to Seaworld for my birthday. I was the happiest 10-year-old ever. I was so fucking happy at Seaworld. Everything was just perfect until she took me to see the Shamu show. I’m watching Shamu and I told my mom that Shamu looks like Willy. All my mom had to do was tell me that it wasn’t Willy. That is all she had to do. My mom looked me dead in the eye and

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.

Rocking gently, the car of the Ferris Wheel stops at the very top. Below, the lights of the carousel glow yellow, green, and pink as the carousel turns, giggling children and parents riding its proud horses. We hear the screams of the riders on the Zipper as they spin through the night air. Mingled smells of funnel cakes and popcorn complement the banjo and harmonies of a bluegrass band. As we lean over the safety bar, we smile at the Bergton Fair below on this humid August night, and then we slowly look from the scene to face one another. The sounds, the colors, the aromas fade, and we are alone except for the stars, not just on top of the Ferris Wheel, but on top of the world at the moment. George (Clooney, that is!) leans closer for a kiss.