Personal Narrative: Changing My Third Grade Level

I was eight years old, shy but bright, and excelling in the second grade. Though I did not expect it, big change was about to come. One day in March as I was waiting for my mother to pick me up from school, Ms. Allen, my teacher, told me she would need to talk to my mom for a minute before we left.

"Okay," I replied timidly, hoping my mom would get there soon. In a few minutes, she arrived and was pulled into the classroom with me to discuss changing my grade level.

"Alright, Ms. Allen. I'll talk to my husband, Doug, about it and let you know if we want to set up a meeting," my mother told the teacher, a thin, middle-aged woman with short, red hair.

At home, my parents discussed the matter and finally decided to go ahead with moving me into third grade …show more content…
For the duration of the meeting, I sat in the principle's office trying not to break down and cry. When I had the chance, I asked the secretary to use the bathroom and ran out, already losing control of my emotions. When I had gotten my tears under control, I walked solemnly back to the office and sat in an old chair, thinking of everything that could go wrong in third …show more content…
For about a month after the switch, I avoided socializing with new people and stuck to my old friends in second grade. After a while, though, I noticed that they were becoming increasingly irritated with me, possibly out of jealousy and possibly out of simple annoyance. With that, I make the terrifying move into the world of nine-year-olds. Purely out of luck, I almost instantly was able to befriend a nice pair of girls, Annie and Kate, and a boy, Sean, who were more than welcoming. Those friends were good and true and stuck with me for years after, even when I made an insensitive comment or hurt them by accident. We were an unbreakable