Personal Narrative: Kids In Elementary School

My parents came to America with no understanding of English, nor had they ever gone to college or finished high school. Both of their situations set a precedent for how my elementary school life could roll out. To begin with, the first days of school for me as a tiny girl who adored jumping around on all the furniture possible in her house and who hated sitting for more than ten seconds did not turn out as expected. The lump in my throat hid under my appearance: two curly mud brown pigtails, a navy blue skirt with an untucked white shirt, and the mask of a smile my parents begged me to keep all day. At first, the mask my parents told me to keep on stayed attached to my face. Yet, as minutes seemed to turn into hours, the constant thought of

When I was growing up, I never expected to be made fun of. I didn’t know that being overweight was going to be a problem. I lacked the courage to defend myself from bullies who often teased me. They laughed and even made jokes about me because I was out of shape and quiet. Being different was a tough experience for me in middle school and in elementary school since I didn’t know how to defend myself and even less, ask for help. Kids wouldn’t come up to me and ask me to play with them.Instead, I spent most of the time alone.

In middle school we all used to hang out at the Cambridge city park in the summertime, we would ride around on our bikes and be hooligans. We were always fairly well behaved we would just ride around maybe play catch or watch the baseball games. After the 4th of july we all had fireworks and would mess around blowing stuff up, and just being annoying to everyone around us. Sometimes we would get roman candles and bottle rockets and shoot them at each other which was always fun. Well one day at the park we were using the restroom and i hear a lighter spark up and a fuse start burning, my buddy had thrown a m100 into the toilet. After it had went off there was water everywhere and the toilet was busted in half it was pretty cool to watch but

All I can recall is coming home after a distressed day of elementary school. I went to Live Oak and loved it there.my mom had already indicated to me that I would have to go to a different school, Lake Park, but didn’t have to if I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want to go simply because I didn’t want to leave my friends.

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It was my first time ever going to the principal’s office. I never broke any rules, and this was suppose to be fun. This was never suppose to end like this. It was late in the day, almost summer, I was a 5th grader at Eader Elementary School when I made my big mistake.

Throughout elementary school, 4th grade - 6th grade was a very eventful one. I was a troubled kid through these years, I was constantly getting written up or getting a punishment. I actually don’t know how I passed, I was always being smart to the the teacher or talking while the teacher was talking. I got plenty of Saturday schools, which is where you have to come to school early Saturday morning and stay for several hours. Eventually, I got my first suspension in 5th grade in Mis.Hammer’s class. I always remembering seeing the older kids that were a grade ahead, I knew a lot of them from the park I lived in. I remember being in Ms.Cholkas art class. We were working on our artwork, and the class was always loud and somewhat chaotic (that happens when you mix paint and little kids).

I was scared. Scared of failure, scared of being laughed at. Throughout kindergarten and elementary school, people would say “Konichiwa” when they saw me or tease me because I was Asian. Then, just when I transferred to a new school, I was picked on again. I knew they were joking, but their comments affected me. I told my mom that I didn’t want to go to school anymore, but it was said in vain. The thought that maybe interacting with people wasn’t the best idea became increasingly favorable and soon enough, I put up my walls. I would never be the first to initiate social interaction, they would have to approach me. Even then, I wouldn’t say much. I was safe; this method was not harmful, but it was not beneficial either.

Growing up in a poor neighborhood without any guidance for school was tough for me. I really didn’t care for school and sometimes even skipped school to stay home. I was a troubled kid heading down the wrong path. I could have cared less if I graduated school or not. When I was in fifth grade I didn’t really try in school but I loved astronomy, chemistry, and physics but I never did my school work/homework. Growing up my mother was pregnant with my little brother named Jayden but had complications with her pregnancy making him premature by a month due to the womb losing amniotic fluid. He currently has seizures, learning disabilities, asthma, and has trouble pronouncing words. My little brother works hard everyday to overcome these troubles

My years of elementary school was me pretty much me being a kid. I wasn’t focused about school it was just a place that I would go because my parents told me to go. I didn’t understand why going to school was important until I got already. I was in the same school most of my elementary school years. I started off at a school in Cleveland Heights called Coventry and then I moved to Euclid. Then I started going to Roosevelt for the rest of my elementary school years. I had to start all over at Roosevelt all of my friends that I knew lived in Cleveland Heights. At my new school I didn’t know anyone and everyone there already knew each other. I felt like an outsider, but I fitted in because my parents always made sure that I dressed well. I have

My first year of elementary school I was five years old. When I started school I only had two friends who came to Chocachatti with me from polka dots. Aaron and Juaquin were the two. They were brothers who went to my preschool. My kindergarten teacher was Mrs. Jeffcoe. She was a tall woman with brown hair and she wore glasses. We did lots of playing and basic addition. We also learned basic spelling. In kindergarten I had two best friends Anthony Longo and Leaf Germaine. Anthony was short and skinny, and leaf was average and broad. My school had a playground only for the kindergarteners to

I walked in on my first day of middle and public school, terrified for my life. I had just switched schools from my private school that had closed down due to lack of funds. The previous year had not ended well for any of my classmates. I only had one person I could call a friend left. That person was Jake. Jake was really short for his age and wore glasses. He was mildly shy and quiet. But the reason I only had one friend left was because of what happened at the end of last year.

My childhood has been a slippery staircase. With great tact, I have always been able to climb several steps, only before slipping down a few more, and each time I have gotten back up and tried to ascend the stairs again. However, the tedious process of overcoming the economic hardships and social exclusion has permanently reinforced my character.

12 years old was very a embarrassed age, because in China there was 6 years of elementary school, on the other hand American’s elementary school was just 5 years only. The time I moved to America, I was at the last year of my elementary school in China. I just need one more semester to graduate from elementary school and get the elementary diploma, however, I was moved to America before the last semester. What this mean? This mean that I do not have a elementary diploma, but do not worry I have a High School diploma. After I moved to America, sometime my friend or family member will said something like “what did you learn in elementary? You do not know how to do this elementary problem?” I told them that I never graduate from elementary, this

This is a real story that I have experienced, it is about my friends I have from Elementary to High School.