Personal Narrative: Middle School

These past three years have been the longest and the shortest of my life. The seemingly endless homework, long term assignments, and Wednesdays that felt more like Mondays made it seem like middle school would never end. Each individual day felt it took forever, but somehow, I feel like three years have been compressed into three weeks. I remember the first thing anyone said to me at Bigelow. “Welcome to Mr. Spiegels homebase, where people jump out from behind windows and hide under recycling bins”. I knew right then that this would be an interesting three years. However, I didn't know how quickly the time would pass. I’m not going to lie, I definitely had those days where I felt like banging my head against a wall. Continuously. I would cram my brain with as …show more content…
When there was a test coming up, I would study so hard that I forgot that it's only middle school. I would worry, and worry, until we got the test back. But at some point, I had to realise that what is out of my control is out of my control. Sure, you can control how long you study, but once you turn in your test, It’s out of your hands. You could read over a script 100 times but as soon as you audition, you can’t change how it went. If you mess up your kick and the ball misses the net, what is the point of beating yourself up about it? Mistakes are just mistakes. A bad grade won’t ruin your future, not getting the lead in a play isn’t going to kill you, missing one shot shouldn’t stop you from taking another. Of course, its important to try your hardest, but the most you can give is your best. Growing up, I constantly heard “Just keep going” , “Never give up”. This is a great philosophy to live by, but it's also important to know your limits. To know how much you can take before you break. One of the most important lessons I learned at bigelow was to celebrate your victories, but to not destroy yourself over a