It quickly went from a nice, fun, vacation to a painful, terrible, nightmare. Just about every year before school starts while my mom has meetings for teachers, my dad takes my sister and I on a small, five day trip to different places. This year, we decided to go to St Louis. Little did I know that this trip would soon turn south very, very, fast.…
This personal narrative is going to be about the first day of Middle School and my experiences as a 6th grader. It is going to go after my emotions and other descriptive details of the first day. I still remember how the seat belt felt tightening across my chest as the car got closer to the Middle School. During that time I knew nothing about being in a big school because the biggest school i've been in was yankee ridge. (Which is really small).…
I look back at these memories and think to myself how could I have been that stupid and judgey in a way. How could I have known that they wouldn’t be friends with me. They were compassionate human beings after all. Then I remember that I was 1 of 4 new kids coming to this school.…
When I was younger, I struggled to support any friendships for an extended period of time. Before I moved to GCMS School district, I had previously attended three separate schools for the same few reasons. My parents could not afford to live where we did, one or both lost their job, or the environment was not suitable for our family. Moving so often made it difficult to keep in contact with old friends, and even more difficult to make new ones. As I was shy and introverted, it was an intimidating and terrifying situation.…
My challenging situation, i have faced was having a diffcult time in middle school. MY responce was to talk to my consular about my ecudemic struggles. He recommened that i take a speech and lanuage evaluation. After discussing with my family and teachers they all thought it was imperative for me to take it. Cincidently i was diagnosed with a speech and language disablitly That made me want to work twice as hard and show people i can succeed just like anyone else can.…
“Don’t forget, the paper is due next Wednesday!” My 8th period teacher, Mrs. Oakford told to my class and I as we streamed out of the cramped classroom on a Friday. We couldn’t wait to bust out of the schools doors and claim our prize of a short freedom for surviving another busy, exhausting, and slow week of middle school. I rushed to my locker, grabbed everything I would need for the homework due Monday, threw it in my bag and headed down the hall collecting my friends to walk to town to start what I would hope would be a slow but fun weekend off The weekend went quicker than I wished and before I knew it, it was late Sunday night and I still hadn’t done my homework, I realized this and got to work.…
Draft #1 So many things have happened in my years in school, however i’ll never forget my first year of middle school. My first day of middle school was mid october. I remember my mom couldn't make it so i was stuck with my aunt. I was always used to either having 1 teacher or four, but know i had 8 classes in many different places.…
In the seventh grade, I faced a large transition in life. The previous year I had experienced middle school for the first time, but I would make that entrance again. I moved from Texas to North Dakota, where seventh grade was the first year of middle school. I took on those same fears and hopes that I had faced before, but in an unfamiliar place where I had no one except for family to give me support. I tried a lot of new things that year, mainly wrestling.…
Do you ever see the way you change and it all seems like it is okay until it isn’t? In the middle of my middle school year of 8th grade, I had met some new friends and started hanging out with them. At lunch we were all just laughing and having a good time and everything in life was going great. We all had been eating our food and talking about sports and trucks and what plans we had coming up that evening. As lunch came to and end we all headed to our classes like a normal everyday routine.…
Who would have thought making the hardest decision can lead to the simplest solution ever. It was the summer of fourth grade I had a surgery that same summer so my mother didn’t want me to worry about anything. Although, I instead that I should start looking for some middle schools to attend in the future. My mother said that was fine but to only look for the best school that I would get the right educations. There were many wonderful schools but there was one in particular that I wanted to go to Doolin.…
My first day of middle school was hell, I have always been good at school. My grades have never been bad and neither have my actions and or attendance. Probably from having a mom that is also a teacher. I look at that as a good thing though, watching kids just goof off and not come to school then high school rolled around and it was like I got to look down on them because they did not prepare for bigger and better things. School wasn't bad for me because it was hard, it was bad because i was always shy in school.…
Who would have known that middle school could be so cruel. Seriously, at that young age I thought that the kids would be sweet as gum drops. I was dead wrong. It was as if it was a crime to not have been a stick figure. It was a crime for to embrace your intellectual side.…
I had to be homeschooled for the rest of the school year and I had to miss my freshman football year. Needing a teacher to come to your house because you're incapable of going to school felt awful. But none of the people I considered friends checking up on me while feeling nothing but sepulchral, that felt worse to me. Ever since I’ve been taking precautions as to who I become friends with. All I have is acquaintances and family, but rarely do I consider people friends.…
Lunch I was not the most socially adjusted 7th grader. Who was? Thirteen was a difficult time in anyone's life.…
This was the moment of my life in which it was full of excitement and anxiousness. It was my last year in middle school and soon I was going to face high school. It was already May and before school ended I had a field trip of my art class to attend. It was one of those field trips that only a few kids were selected to go. From the whole class my teacher only chose 6 students to go.…