Personal Narrative: My Trip To West Middle School
In a black Nissan car a girl and her mom sat, supposedly talking, “Mom, I’m going to make a fool of myself, can’t I just go to my old school?” I pleaded my mom. “Don’t say that you’re going to make lots of new friends. Just try in out” my mom replied to my pleading. I had come to west middle after going to a private school for six years and I was very nervous. For example, my only friend was Heather and I wasn’t sure if she even came to West Middle School. I was worried that I might do something unwise and impolite. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. I looked around and everyone seemed as polite as a dolphin. I walked into school and got to my locker as swiftly and I could. When I got to my homeroom, I instantly made a friend. She was polite and kindhearted. I immediately knew that I was going to like West Middle school!
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As I went to all my classes I met new people. I started to make more and more friends as the day went on. I learned a lot from the teachers like I had to have all of my materials with me at all times. Pencils, pens, a novel, and the supplies need for class. “It’s too much for me to remember! I hate it!” my friend told me once in the hallway. “It’s not like it’s harmful, it makes us more responsible. I like it to be honest.” I answered her. I learned the rules for every class and tried to remember it all. I learned to walk to the right in the hallways at all times, to make sure I have a pencil case with at least three pencils, there is a lot more but I want to keep this story rolling! The teachers have to be treated with plenty of respect. They have so many kids in every class. It’s hard for them to keep up with everyone and they need to keep an eye out for some of the kids. Each and every class is magnificent and I’m sad as a hungry grasshopper to think that I’ll be leaving their classes and start 7th
As I went to all my classes I met new people. I started to make more and more friends as the day went on. I learned a lot from the teachers like I had to have all of my materials with me at all times. Pencils, pens, a novel, and the supplies need for class. “It’s too much for me to remember! I hate it!” my friend told me once in the hallway. “It’s not like it’s harmful, it makes us more responsible. I like it to be honest.” I answered her. I learned the rules for every class and tried to remember it all. I learned to walk to the right in the hallways at all times, to make sure I have a pencil case with at least three pencils, there is a lot more but I want to keep this story rolling! The teachers have to be treated with plenty of respect. They have so many kids in every class. It’s hard for them to keep up with everyone and they need to keep an eye out for some of the kids. Each and every class is magnificent and I’m sad as a hungry grasshopper to think that I’ll be leaving their classes and start 7th