How To Write A Narrative Essay On Middle School

I attended Heritage Middle School in East Cleveland. There were kids coming from everywhere: Superior Elementary, Caledonia Elementary, Chambers Elementary and Mayfair Elementary. I had came from Mayfair Elementary school. Middle school was definitely different from elementary school, there was a lot to get used to. The first day of school is always nervous to me, before I get to my class I’m wondering will I have the some of the people I had in elementary school. I was a little relieved to see some other the people I knew in my class. But the other faces I wasn’t familiar with . Switching class was hard to do at first do as time went on it got easy. Having more than one teacher was a huge adjustment for me because just two months before

Right when I became into knowing the school better, I had to transfer to another middle school. I was happy and sad but mostly sad. Happy because I was going to meet new people but sad because I had wanted to graduate with my friends. And the mixed emotions started all over again. I could tell you from my personal experience that making an identity from scratch takes a lot of time and courage. But tell you the truth I liked the new middle school rather than the earlier one. I made lots of friends and even joined the student council. I had also joined the basketball team. Helping the school and the community is my type of thing.

Change, for me has always been quite a scary and difficult concept. I want constants. I want to feel comfortable, and I am too stubborn to try new things. Though undesired, change is inevitable and I know life must move forward; so here I am, a shy, insecure, seventh grader moving forward onto my first day of junior high. I knew this was going to be terrifying simply by the size of the school; all four foot nine inches of me stood paralyzed at the main entrance of Poston Junior High. Not knowing who I would have in my classes or who I would sit with at lunch had to be the worst part. As I walked into my third hour, which was choir, I realized I knew nobody; sheer terror flushed over my face as I peered around looking for the friendliest face

I was quite young then so it didn’t really register to me. “Where we moving to mama?” I questioned. “Centralia baby, put that stuff in those boxes over there” She motioned to the brown rectangular boxes in the corner. And as quickly as the conversation was so was the move. No exaggeration, we left that day with everything we owned. I’m assuming, because we never went back again. Before I knew it, I was walking up the steps into Lincoln 4th grade center. My nicest shirt, and prettiest barrettes. Now being me, I was absolutely dreading the first day, as I am very inadequate under pressure. Which then causes me to be painfully shy. No, I’m not one of those standoffish people that make you feel super awkward when you are around them. Just more in a way of “new beginnings.” Also, as I said before cliques were very much established by then. Having those two odds against me, it was hard to make friends. I don’t remember making any close friends that year. By 5th grade though, there was one girl that I did become quite close with. But

In my junior year of high school i stepped out of my comfort zone to learn about something I am very passionate about. Continuing to senior year, every morning I take cosmetology classes. In the morning I get to school early so I can get on a bus to take me to a different school. I spend half my day there and the other half of my day at my regular high school. Going to a new school can, sometimes, be difficult and stressful. When you are used to seeing the same faces everyday this is a big adjustment. Starting a new school, you go in not knowing anyone. This school made it easier because everyone is in the same situation. The students are combined from all the other schools, in my city, make up the classes. This being said, everyone goes into school not knowing anyone. This brings me a sense of comfort knowing that everyone around me is in the same boat. As the year went on, I became more comfortable and

My first day in middle school didn’t seem that much different than elementary school only thing that was different was that we switched classes but we had our teachers telling us where to go for our next classes so it wasn’t hard. On like the third day of middle school I was very confused because we had all the big 7th and 8th graders there and the teachers weren’t helping us and telling bus where to go anymore so I would be late to class and my teachers would be mad. It was hard for me to transition to having several teachers instead of one because all of my teachers were very different we had some teachers that were cool and then we had some strict teachers. The work didn’t get much harder math did but not any other subjects, math was very difficult

First few weeks of school did not go well for me. I felt like I was a rare animal at the zoo. People would point at me, speaking the language that I do not understand, and giggle. A non-stop talking kid suddenly became mute. At the time,

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

Though being the pre-teen I was, I blew it off like it was nothing. Nathaniel Scribner Middle School had about three and a half Elementary schools that fed into it. This meant that all of the extracurricular activities I was in during Elementary school would have a tougher competition I would have to compete against. In one hand this pushed me to step out of my comfort zone and try new sports that I had never tried, but in the other I was also faced with disappointment when I did not make a team for a sport that I loved to play. I took up tennis and swimming as my two new found loves. I was also faced with friendships of four years of more falling apart and being replaced by the new people that my friends were meeting. I struggled with losing my friends greatly, especially when my best friend and I stopped talking completely. Throughout middle school I found my place among the new formed hierarchy and reformed broken friendships and built new ones. The teachers all pushed me academically but I found none to be like those that taught at my elementary school. With the exception of, Ms. Samsel who happened to not only be my school counselor but was also a family friend. She took me under her wing and helped me push my way through middle school. She urged me to never give up on learning, friendships, and

The start of school brought many agonizing moments. I learned firsthand the cruelty of my peers. I needed to use the elevator and have my books carried. I remember having few friends those first months, yet everyone noticed me. I was known as "Brace Girl" and was constantly badgered with questions like: "Is that a bulletproof vest?" "Why do you wear that?"

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first

At that moment, I wondered, what happened to me? In a classroom setting, there are various types of students. The ones who stay silent and doesn’t speak up, the ones who never pay attention, but is rarely caught, the ones who love to participate and make the class known that they are important. Hard to believe, but I was once one of those talkative children who obsessed about getting my thoughts across. However, why did that change? For the past years, I’ve wondered, how did I abruptly change without even noticing?

I remember walking through the halls the first few days of middle school feeling the different vibes that the students were giving off. It was definitely not the positive energy I was used to, but instead a negative sensation. I felt like I was the only student trying to do what was right. I knew I did not belong in that school as soon as I heard a certain degrading comment from one of my classmates. The girls were constantly getting remarks made about them, but this one made me cringe a little more than usual. The comments never bothered the other girls as much, but they made me just want to cry. The teachers would never say anything to the boys and would let them get away with it. When students were not making derogatory comments, they were

Middle school is a hard transition for anyone, but when your entire life has revolved around routines a change like this can feel catastrophic. Walking around to different classes all alone several times a day felt like torture. I began counting my steps to find the fastest and most efficient route to all of my classes. If there were people standing in the way of where I needed to go rather than asking them to move I would find an alternative route to take. Then there was the school work, I wasn’t use to having homework from so many different classes all at once. In elementary school I was used to having only one assignment per day, so I would spend hours on

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,