Personal Narrative: Transitioning From Middle School To High School

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!

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

During my freshman year of high school I struggled in many areas of my life including personal, social, and academic. I was in an emotionally abusive relationship, struggling with my self-esteem, and fighting to keep my grades above c 's. Since then I have grown, learned from my experiences and it can all be seen through my transcripts and the friend group I now surround myself with.

Warren awoke to the buzzing sound of his alarm--6:30 in the morning. He threw his tan comforter blanket to the wall and slid out of bed. He walked heavier than an elephant across his wooden floor to the kitchen. His mother was making his everyday breakfast--two buttermilk waffles and a small glass of milk. He ravaged it to the last crumb. Right after, he got up, dropped his dishes in the sink and went off to brush his teeth and get dressed. Sloppy as ever he got through it. Man, he just wanted the school week to end, and the school year--only a month and a half left. But today won’t help him at all--a big test awaited him. He grabbed his backpack and his lunch, slouched out the door, said goodbye to his mother, and started walking down the street to the bus stop.

High school is a crazy place for most because everyone is not going to be popular, very athletic, or the smartest person in the classroom. Also regardless of how it looks outside looking in everyone will have a hard time in high school whether it 's an athlete trying to keep his or her grades up so they can play in the next game. Also, if it 's one of the smarter non athletic kids not making one of the sports teams because lack of athletic ability and the coach has his or her picks.

I hated it. Everything about it made me want to run away. The students, the teachers, my classes, just everything. I sat alone in lunch and I had no friends to hang around with. I got bullied. I was a girl who had just moved out of Canada to New York. I was small, chubby, had glasses, and I wasn’t as attractive as most middle schoolers. I tried to fit in but, it caused me to get bullied even more. Finally, I had the chance to switch schools,

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

Everyone has had someone close pass away. Well in my case, it was my best friend Ethan. He pass away in 2013 from a mistake by the doctor.I know that he always wanted me happy, but that wasn’t always the case when he first was gone. let me tell you about our mind boggling years with Ethan.

This 8th grade year and my entire middle school experience was a fun time and a blast. I hope I get to experience

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.

I hated school, so much that I would stay home often. But that strong hatred ended when I came to middle school. Most people hated middle school, but not me, I loved middle school. The new environment helped me meet my best friend, Delia. Delia, unlike me, is someone who isn’t afraid to make new friends. When I first saw Delia, I had a strong feeling in my gut that we would be friends, I just didn’t know how. We first met when we were in the library with one of our other friends. Delia and I had a few of the same friends, but we weren’t friends at the time. Our friend introduced me to Delia and I felt nervous, I wanted to be friends with her, she seemed nice. Our other friend had to leave the library, leaving me with Delia.

I am in the middle of my freshmen year as I write this Narrative. Now, that you are reading this I am a sophomore and you are a freshmen. I will be telling you what you can do to make your year or years better here at NorthView High School. I remember thinking it was going to be scary I thought I wasn’t going to have that many friends. But, the truth is Middle school and High school is not that different then you think. I graduated out of Middle school at Arbor Hill and it was almost time to go to school again. I am in band so, I woke up early for “Band Camp” and because of that I wasn’t as tired as everyone else in the beginning of the year. But that brings me to my first helpful tip, get as much sleep as you can. Sleep can do a lot and if

In 2015, I started my eighth grade school year in student home caterina with mr and mrs wagner. I was on the crusaders team with mr. bush, mrs. number, mrs. squaresky, mr.shur, and miss. ainsworth. People who i believe contributed to my success today would be my seventh grade houseparents Mr and Mrs Troop.The Troops made me a successful person because they always told me not to give up and that they saw something grand in me. Even when i made bad decisions which was most of the time they still loved me and saw that one day i could be a star in everyone 's eyes. A class that helped me get to where I am today in Middle School were career exploration because it made me think and figure out what i want to be when i grow up. Two other classes that

When I was younger, I thought that I would live in the same place forever. I thought that I would have the same friends forever, and that nothing would ever happen in my life to change that. It turns out that not only was I completely wrong, but I was also wrong in the sense that what one has previously experienced, will be better than one’s experiences in the future. Entering high school, I thought my life was all set. I was set to attend the prestigious contemporary global issues program at Freehold Township High School, which also happened to be the school that all of my friends were attending. I expected to have a great 4 years of high school where I was entered in a program focused on academic subjects that I enjoy and excel in. While I may have liked the prospects of my potential destination, my parents decided that it was time for my family to move a distant 20 minutes away from the only place that I had ever lived. The whole idea of moving blindsided me. My only true knowledge of how life changing moving could be was seeing other people come and go in my school district for nine years. I saw that the people that left were forgotten about after a period of time, and for the new people that moved in, it was a struggle for them to find friends, and adapt to their new school. Upon hearing that I was going to move, I was worried

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.