Personal Narrative: Hidden Oaks Middle School

I walked up the long, stone stairs of Hidden Oaks Middle School. Middle school students were walking up the stairs alongside me and talking with each other. I joined this math club because I wanted to fit in and make new friends. We opened the doors and walked through the long hall filled with posters and works of students. We walked into Mrs. Janasky’s room. I sat down next to my sister and talked with her. The teacher handed us a piece of paper covered in math problems. “You have 20 minutes to solve the math problems.” Mrs. Janasky says, “You may start now.” The sound of people helping each other and pencils scribbling on paper filled the air. I looked down at the piece of paper that was given to me. I started filling in the answers as best as I

We all talked with each other and helped each other. Mrs. Janasky walked to the front of the class at the end of the 20 minutes and writes the answers on the board. I look at the board and check my answers. “Not bad”, I say to myself, “not bad at all.” After school ended, I walk to the bus loop. The bus loop is filled with buses. I found my bus and went inside it. The bus was filled with kids from every grade. The bus driver drives the bus to my stop and I get off my bus. I then walk to my house on the sidewalk with my sister. I sit down in a chair in front of my computer and start studying. Every few days, my taught me new concepts that get me confused. The day of the tryouts for the Math Counts team came quickly; but I was ready to take the test. Quickly, I solved as many of the 30 questions that I could. I look around the room. Kids have their eyes focused on the test. All of the kids were determined to make the team. I stand up from my desk and give my test to Mrs. Janasky. When Mrs. Janasky dismissed the class, everyone around me started talking about whether they made the team or not and how well they thought they did. I started