Personal Narrative: My First Day In Middle School

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Waking up to breakfast on the table every morning. My mom wanted to make sure I ate something before I left for school. My sisters would try to crack a joke or make some sort of unusual comment that would make me laugh all the time during breakfast. After breakfast, my mom would walk us all to P.S.1 even though the school was right across the street. It was all so perfect, but things change. Growing up, I knew nothing was going to last forever. It was the first day of middle school. My mom walked me to school that day and then the next day came. I was wondering why my mom wasn’t dressed. She told me I was old enough to walk to school myself. I was only 12 years old and that time I thought old enough is considered as 15 years old or older. I had to eat breakfast earlier than my sisters because I had to leave earlier. I knew my mom was still there for me. She still nagged me about completing my homework before a certain time. It wasn’t as bad until high school. As I entered school, I constantly had people asking me if I was okay or they told me I looked “dead”. Even outside of school whether it was the guy taking my …show more content…

Quarter 1 was over and report cards were distributed. I looked at my average in disbelief. I took a glance at my average and then the top right corner to make sure it was my report card. I was overwhelmed to show my mom my report card, hoping that she’ll actually take a look at it this time. When I was at work, I couldn’t sit still and I kept looking at my watch for it to hit 6:00. When I finally got home, I showed my mom and the look of disappointment was gone. She even showed it to my sisters and overheard her talking to my grandma about it later that night. I knew I finally did it. I couldn’t stop smiling. Knowing I was able to put a smile on my mom's face was all I could ever ask for. As life went on, I realized there was no point in comparing yourself to others. A report card was just numbers and numbers don’t define

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