Personal Narrative: My Life In Middle School

I never thought my parents would get in a divorce. In fact, when I was younger I did not think parents ever got divorced. I was very upset and I felt like the whole thing was my fault. When I started fifth grade, I used to get dismal about the divorce and it started to affect my behavior at home and at times, it would even affect my attitude at school. My mom informed the school counselor and arranged for me to meet with the counselor weekly to express how I was feeling.

High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.

I have acknowledge that my family members and school played a major role in my childhood and one such interrelated relationship they had was the pressure from my parents to be normal. Don’t get me wrong but I loved learning so much, however school simply ruined it for me. The early hours of waking up to the horrible facilities that my school had were just some of the reasons that put me off from exploring my passion and love for learning new things. The fact that everything was just memory based and had no stable reason on why we were performing this constant repetition. It almost drove me crazy as a child.

After getting divorced, my mother’s depression worsened and she was unable to complete everyday tasks such as grocery shopping, paying bills, or taking my siblings to school. Once I recognized the need for these tasks, I took the initiative to take care of them. When schoolwork and volleyball practices increased, I found myself unable to take care of my family which resulted in guilt. Ultimately, I quit the volleyball team because I felt responsible for taking care of my mom and younger siblings. I felt as if I needed to get a job so I could begin financially providing for them as well.

His resilience had pulled him through hard times and made him the man he was. His resilience has really influenced me; it’s affected me in a way where I myself have become resilient. Since I was young, I’ve been moving from country to country and when I moved to Indonesia, I had a hard time adapting to the culture, traditions, school system and curriculum. It was very stressing; the pressure school had put on me. I was almost constantly kicking myself; even to this day I kind of do but I was resilient.

My mother kept breaking down into tears and my father kept comforting her, and I assumed that it was just a result of my behavior and that it wasn’t a big deal. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t really care what was wrong. I was blinded by nostalgia and I focused more on the people I had just left behind than the people who had been there for me for the entirety of my life right in front of me. The six hour drive home that followed was miserable, as I refused to talk to anyone. My parents made multiple efforts to begin conversation, as they were curious how the program went.

My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.

For some, my Papa, for example, the news that they had passed away came from nowhere but for others, like my Granda, I watched them deteriorate over time. Regardless of how I 've come to cross paths with death, it 's never been easy. The first time I remember losing someone: I was only four. My Great Uncle Edward meant the world to me, and although I was very young I have many fond memories of him. From eating porridge together in the mornings to helping my mum clean his house, not a day went by I wasn 't in his company.

Each morning at school I would run after my mom and spend every morning in the counsellor’s office. My brother who was five at the time would be woken up every night with me screaming and crying. My school and social life went downhill; I missed out on the essentials in Mathematics and English, which are still problematic for me. I had to go through this alone as my friendships were almost non-existent by

Although I had some pretty hard setbacks, I did have great times as well. Some of the successes I had, before getting kicked out, were being able to make friends with two new teachers, that the school had hired, when the new school year had started. My American Government teacher was Mrs. Elizabeth Adkins and my CP English 3 teacher was Miss Robyn Spangler. Another success I had was making great grades and attending the rest of the time I had spent at the school with my boyfriend, Brandon Crawford.

These were just extra obstacles that were put in my way for reason to benefit at all, considering I was told that junior year was already the hardest year for any high schooler anyway. I was furious yet frightened to see the thing that I value and work for, to be turned against me and everyone else. Across many schools within Jeffco, students all together performed a walk out during school to protest this issue to point. But this walk out was only the beginning of the Jeffco Recall that many teachers, parents, and students supported and carried out throughout the year. And while we did have to compensate for their poor decisionmaking that year, the recall was eventually set forth and finalized at the beginning of my senior year.

Special-ed classes in a way sink children with autism, even more deeply into their own isolated world. Jake was struggling to communicate with his family, and this has been what killed his mom the most. Kristine was so destroyed at the thought that her son wasn 't able to tell her how his day was like, or how he would never respond to the “good night , my baby angel”(53) comments she would tell him every night before he went to bed. Kristine was determined to fix her son. She sat down with him everyday trying to get him ready for kindergarten.

Asperger 's Syndrome is difficult to live with. It affects me in all aspects of life. In school, I have great difficulty communicating in groups (for example, Socratic Seminars); I either fail to speak up, misunderstand what someone is talking about, or ignore the entire discussion. This failure to follow through has drastically affected my grade and I immediately knew I needed to change my behavior, and fast. As I entered high school, with the help of my parents and prior experience, my social skills have steadily improved, and I began to work as a group.

There was a time in my life where it was a bad time, but, it was also a good time. I was trying to play games at my old school, Roosevelt Junior High School. I got caught, and what came with it, is troubling . When I got Home my Mom and Dad greeted me with a bunch of things, saying I shouldn’t be doing that, and this and that, but, what also came with it is, my grades dropped, it was horrible, I just couldn’t keep up with all my homework. my teachers started to tell me that I need to pull up, or I wasn’t going to graduate 8th grade.

I am writing to inform you of my experiences from my first semester of my W-131 class. Coming into college I was very scared. I wasn’t so much scared of new things, because we experience new things every day. I feared failure, what I mean by that is I have a lot of people counting on me to graduate and to do good. At times is stressful because I think of scenarios of what will happen if I don’t graduate.