Personal Narrative Analysis

Once upon a time, I was a little girl. Just seven years old. Off on a new adventure to a new school, wondering if I would make friends. Or if they would already have friends. Or if my teachers would like me. And all of those were true. I made friends and lost friends, and some moved away. Like Zoe White in fifth grade. She has moved to California, but this year, she moved to Wilmington. I hope to see her for the first time in three years soon. I started at Magellan as a quiet child who did not like to dive into new things. I remember my first day of third grade. I had met the teachers and a couple of the students already. But I was still worried. The day went well. I had a blast! I couldn't wait until the next day. I remember …show more content…
That summer, five people moved and six people came in to sixth grade. Mrs. Duffus was one of the best teachers I’ve ever had. Maybe the best. She helped me with science, took action when it was needed, and finally got me to stop being bullied by one person. The solar system project was a really cool thing to see. In Mrs. Harp’s class, studying Greek and Medieval times were the best! Those are my two favorite time periods, and Greek day was amazing. Mrs. Regan was so much fun and doing all the hands on things were a great experience, including making pretzels. Mrs. Sutton and the Decimal to percent song is something I’ll never forget. Two people left and we got one new person in seventh grade. In seventh grade, we had Mrs. White for her first year here. She was an amazing teacher and studying World War II was a lot more interesting because we got to move around a lot and did so much hands on stuff in her class. My favorite thing we did in Mrs. White's class was doing Batiks with Mrs. Newell. Mrs. Blewett taught us once again, and we had a great time with Stop Hunger Now and Read to Feed. Mr. Harp gave us silly projects like doing skits for genetic diseases. I remember everyone groaning when