Personal Narrative: My First Day 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

As I walked in the door to my house I knew something was wrong when I saw my father’s face. He looked upset and scared , I really wanted to ask how his day was but I just couldn't. “Papa what was wrong?” . I asked. “We’re moving to America on Saturday.” This was going to be indeed a huge challenge for me. The next day I kept wondering what would it be like in America and how my friends would react if I thought them bye. At the time I was in first grade so leaving my friends would be bad for me. I knew simple English so America wouldn't be as hard for someone who didn’t know any english at all. The whole class time I would be thinking of America and wouldn't pass attention to what the teacher would say. Recess came and it was time for me to tell my friends that I would be leaving Vietnam for America. I walked to my friends and was a little bit shy and scared to them. “Guys…

When was 6 years old, my family moved to a nearby city of bielefeld, that whe and my family entered me into a public school I was so happy that I got to go to school and make new friends ,but a year later I felt uneasy everyone was staring at me ,my friends didn’t talk to me I kept hearing whispers about me and every time I ask what there doing

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..

When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty. He didn’t want anything to happen to me again. He didn’t want me to have a fate like Johnny’s. Don’t think about it, I said to myself. Johnny has been dead awhile. Don’t think about it now. I reached our house and walked in through the front. Soda was sitting on the couch, watching the television.

It started the day i woke up with a headache. It wa already a crazy day. i got on the bus it was crazy. Then when i got to school i was walking down the hallway, and went to my locker, then when i opened my locker every thing fell out. I started walking to class then some kid was screaming profanities at a teacher and that 's when my headache started the peak.

Throughout the book Land of Enchantment by Liza Wieland we see the development of three main characters and their battle with their individual demons. One of these characters that I really resonated with was Nancy Diamond. Nancy grew up in southeastern part of America and was a part of an interracial relationship. Anyone familiar with the geographic social dynamics of America knows that interracial relationships in the south, especially during Nancy’s time period, is a constant battle with society. Ridicule and non-acceptance by family members of your significant other however is what hurts the most. I, just like Nancy, was on the other end of this criticism in both interracial relationships

At Harrow Middle School, I sit alone at lunch eating my wonderful tasting peanut sandwich, with no jelly, of course. I have been getting used to sitting alone, but a couple friends would be nice, I mean it would be WONDERFUL to have some more friends. But don’t get me wrong, eating alone is pretty fun, too. I get to think about the ups and downs in my life without any distractions, which I didn’t get to do while I had “friends”.

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.

Out of nowhere one day, my best friend Michael stopped going to school and it was like he disappeared. Then during 5th period I heard Mr.Vaughn on the loudspeaker saying “I regret to inform you that one of our students has passed on. We will hold a memorial service for Michael Dobson during assembly this Friday”. I let the announcement sink in for a good minute and and felt like my brain was bouncing back and forth. My knees fell to the ground hoping it was some sort of prank but as I looked up, I saw Mrs.Jackie crying her eyes out with the other students. My head started to spin which eventually made me go unconcious. I woke up in the nurse's office and I see the nurse restocking her cabinet with new bandages. She took notice of me and calmly

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.

Moving to another school knowing that it had more difficult classes, a more larger school, and that there had to be a lot more people because it has filled with 4 grades was a bit nerve racking. On my last day of Junior High I was so happy and so

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I was on my way home when I seen something, something very peculiar. It was about 3:00 pm when school got out walking by every person who disgustingly looked at me. Wondering why every person hates me for what i did back in 5th grade. Uhhhhhhh nevermind that actually.

My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into. This surge of anxiety