Personal Narrative-My Last Year Of Middle School

Starting my 6th-grade year of middle school my dad often said, “I have no clue how to do this problem, sorry but your on your own son.” My family was unfamiliar with the rigorous courses I were taking so I was left to my own devices. This sense of independence is something that has become a part of who I am as a person and is a skill I have developed over time. This fundamental value of independence is something that has shaped my success over the years as well as played a role in Coolidge’s successes in his path towards and during presidency.

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the

It was a normal school day at Brookhurst Jr. High in 7th Period were my friends and I were talking and waiting for the bell to ring so we could all go home and the school day would be over. Before I left I needed to go to the bike racks to get my skateboard so I could ride it home.

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

A time I faced a challenge was the beginning of the 7 th grade and my first year of actual middle school. I was not doing well the first few months of school and didn’t understand the work and I was shy and not open enough to talk to my new teachers. I would not understand the material presented in class and was not motivated. Towards the end of the first semester I was failing most of my classes and my highest grade was a C. I did not know what to do with my life I and with all the stress building up on me I didn’t know what to do . Until one day my mom wanted to do something about it and saw me challenging this action helped changed my life.

I began 8th grade year with a different mindset and mood than all my previous years at school. It was my last year of middle school. This period of time would never come back, and I had to make the best use of it. There would be no more time left to chill with friends, or any time to relax after this year.

Inspirations are not always easy to come by. You must be open to new experiences in order to find inspiration. Growing up, I was the shy, nerdy girl who always followed the rules and was nervous to try new things; that ofcourse changed as time passed. In our capstone class we are assigned a middle school student that we can mentor and help get out of their shell. The closest person that I had to a mentor was Casey Rainbolt.

My first year of Middle School was awesome. Although I only knew a few kids I made ton as the year moved on. The sixth grade has been jammed packed with exciting events and has been one of my favorites that I will remember for ages.

At the end of middle school, I had this idea that there were lockers in the hallway and you would get 15 min in passing to go to your classes. My sisters told me this was wasn’t true , but I believed it because I had seen it on TV. My sister used to talk about the bridge at school; in my head I imagined it to be small wooden bridges dividing the school into 3rd for each program (M, H, and LASI). My sister also told me about a pool on the 5th floor.

I do not know many people who look back to middle school and view it as the time of their life. For me, middle school consisted of frizzy hair, braces, and figuring out how to get out of the mile during eighth period gym. Compared to the other kids, I could be categorized as a “late bloomer”, and held onto my innocence for as long as I could. I did not disturb the status quo of things, and did everything I could to avoid confrontation. I did as I was told and did not question authority. I believe this can be contributed to the fact that I was still trying to figure out who I was, what I believe in, and had yet to come into my own. Confidence was something I lacked and I truly admired those who had it. It was not until a choir rehearsal in eighth grade that my view of myself changed.

Being in a new town going into a middle school for the first time was terrifying. While I was familiar with the town, it had been years since I had lived there, 7 years in fact. In my new school they only people I knew were my sister, who was in the same grade as me, and my older brother who was in 8th grade, a grade above me. After a few months, I was told that I was a cry baby, that I was too weak, that I was dumb, and that I was tiny. I hated these phrases. They made me feel like nothing and they came not only from my classmates but my sister too. While my sister was kind to me, she was also mean.

I can't really define heartbreak. It comes in so many different forms. From mild to unbearable. But when sitting back and looking at the feeling as a whole, the most important and hopeful aspect of it is that you cannot have heartbreak without love. Losing love drives heart break. My heart aches for the people that once were so close to me but are now so far. Those people that laughed, cried and experienced life with you. My heart aches for how much blood, sweat and tears you can put into a person and you still can't make them love you like they once did. For all those memories, you try to subside but they won't go away and for all the memories you try to make them remember and miss but they won't. My