Personal Narrative: Junior High School

Change is inevitable. It’s a potency no man can stand against, you can only adapt to the change, or else you’ll drown in a tidal wave of the unknown. People get complacent in situations, then the rug is pulled from underneath your feet, and you are now lying on the cold, hard ground. The most exuberant change that happened to me was during middle school, and I was completely blindsided, totally unprepared for what lay ahead of me. Seventh grade was phenomenal.

Later that day I walked around my neighborhood reminiscing on my childhood. I thought about the good and the bad. Like, the time my mom have me a puppy for my sixth birthday, he died ten years later when I was sixteen. Eventually, my mind wandered to regrets as it always does. Tommy.

There isn’t much I remember from elementary school, I never thought anything I did before jr high really mattered. However there is one thing I won’t be able to forget about. Not because it was particularly significant to me, but because it was significant to my father who always brings it up. I’m sure if he hadn’t reminded me of it so frequently I would’ve forgot about it a long time ago. You see, in fifth grade I had a really scrawny nerdy friend who’d get picked on quite often for being like so, and one day he told his dad who also worked with my father and told him that I would stand up for him when he was getting bullied.

Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people.

Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.

Warren awoke to the buzzing sound of his alarm--6:30 in the morning. He threw his tan comforter blanket to the wall and slid out of bed. He walked heavier than an elephant across his wooden floor to the kitchen. His mother was making his everyday breakfast--two buttermilk waffles and a small glass of milk. He ravaged it to the last crumb.

Everyone has had someone close pass away. Well in my case, it was my best friend Ethan. He pass away in 2013 from a mistake by the doctor. I know that he always wanted me happy, but that wasn’t always the case when he first was gone. let me tell you about our mind boggling years with Ethan.

For a long while, during my time in middle school and the start of high school, the thought of doing really well in school never dawned on me. I’m the kind of person that always think about life in the near future, never extending far enough to think about what I really want to do and where I want to go. My grades had always been average, never dropping low enough to hurt my future but also never rising high enough to push me far, until I reached tenth grade. My laziness got to me and I just didn’t care anymore. My GPA dropped so low, seeing it can make anyone gasp.

A huge number of kids that are going on to junior Think the won’t be able to survive, most of them are scared to come because they fear that they won’t have enough time between classes, Not opening your locker, and lastly they fear that they will be squashed or pushed by the 8th graders! These are the steps on how to survive middle school. When I came to middle school I was pretty scared to but I survived! The first thing I had trouble with was that I couldn’t get my locker open, every time I tried I couldn’t open it

In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.

All i wanted was to throw my alarm clock across the room and sleep for the rest of the day. I could smell my mom making breakfast, it was pancakes my favorite. I finally got up after smelling that. While I was getting ready, was kinda excited to be in the sixth grade. I was finally in middle school.

“Congratulations Mija, you did it!” My mom shouted as we were walking down the stairs of Dundee Elementary where I had graduated 6th grade. As we stepped down to the last step, I looked around and took a big gasp of air. “Ahhh! I did it.”

In 2015, I started my eighth grade school year in student home caterina with mr and mrs wagner. I was on the crusaders team with mr. bush, mrs. number, mrs. squaresky, mr.shur, and miss. ainsworth. People who i believe contributed to my success today would be my seventh grade houseparents Mr and Mrs Troop. The Troops made me a successful person because they always told me not to give up and that they saw something grand in me.

first time in middle school Has this ever happen to you.in the first day of middle school? Well for my yes. It start off like any normal first day of school.

It was 3:05 and there was only 55 minutes left until summer. I was waiting all day for school to get out. I was thinking of all the stuff i was going to do for summer. I was looking forward to swimming playing x box, football, and going to sandy pines. When I finally got home after a long day at school.