Personal Narrative: Seventh Grade In High School
Seventh Grade
"Oh no! Am I going to be late?"
"No! We're like 20 minutes early. Calm down," my mom reassured me.
It was my first day of school at Kraemer and we had been sitting in first-day traffic for the last five minutes. A mixture of stress, nerves, and excitement overwhelmed me. Just as I had finally begun to feel at home a Woodsboro Elementary, they decided to send me here- middle school, a different planet with a totally different population.
I had transferred to Woodsboro in fourth grade for the GATE program, and over the course of three years, I had come to know everyone in my grade. Not that this was extremely difficult, as there were only one and a half classes of people to know. Still, this had felt like a great triumph, as I was not the most sociable person. Now, I was being thrown into a new school, with new teachers, peers, and schedules. A blank slate.
Finally, we made it …show more content…
I constantly wondered what other people thought of me. Eventually, I made it to lunch. The quad was noticeably calmer, as this lunch was only seventh graders, eliminating about half the school's population. I felt calmer and refreshed after sitting down to eat with a small group of friends from Woodsboro. When the next bell rang I felt energized and was ready to push through the rest of the day.
I walked with one of my other close friends to my fifth-period class, language arts- my favorite. Upon entering the classroom, I immediately recognized the teacher. She had been my favorite on shadow day. She went on to teach us, or rather just talk to us about herself and what our year would look like. Her humorous and friendly persona calmed and reassured me. It pulled me away from the first-impression mindset and helped me realize how important it was just to ¨enjoy the moment¨ and to just be myself, like she was doing in that moment. I was ready to finish the day strong.
Eighth
"Oh no! Am I going to be late?"
"No! We're like 20 minutes early. Calm down," my mom reassured me.
It was my first day of school at Kraemer and we had been sitting in first-day traffic for the last five minutes. A mixture of stress, nerves, and excitement overwhelmed me. Just as I had finally begun to feel at home a Woodsboro Elementary, they decided to send me here- middle school, a different planet with a totally different population.
I had transferred to Woodsboro in fourth grade for the GATE program, and over the course of three years, I had come to know everyone in my grade. Not that this was extremely difficult, as there were only one and a half classes of people to know. Still, this had felt like a great triumph, as I was not the most sociable person. Now, I was being thrown into a new school, with new teachers, peers, and schedules. A blank slate.
Finally, we made it …show more content…
I constantly wondered what other people thought of me. Eventually, I made it to lunch. The quad was noticeably calmer, as this lunch was only seventh graders, eliminating about half the school's population. I felt calmer and refreshed after sitting down to eat with a small group of friends from Woodsboro. When the next bell rang I felt energized and was ready to push through the rest of the day.
I walked with one of my other close friends to my fifth-period class, language arts- my favorite. Upon entering the classroom, I immediately recognized the teacher. She had been my favorite on shadow day. She went on to teach us, or rather just talk to us about herself and what our year would look like. Her humorous and friendly persona calmed and reassured me. It pulled me away from the first-impression mindset and helped me realize how important it was just to ¨enjoy the moment¨ and to just be myself, like she was doing in that moment. I was ready to finish the day strong.
Eighth