Personal Narrative: My Last Year Of Middle School

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My early life can be wrapped up in 3 unsophisticated words: eating, sleeping, and learning. Ten outstanding years were spent at United Day School, and I can't ideate a life without them! During my elementary and middle school life, I was involved with an evident amount of traveling. Towards the end of my fifth grade year, my peers and I embarked on an adventure to discover Mo-Ranch, a camp center, near the spring fed Guadalupe River, with plenty of adventurous activities. We had the incredible opportunity to visit it three more times! During my last year of middle school, my class and I had the once-in-a-lifetime chance to visit Washington D.C. for an entire week. It was remarkable. Furthermore, somewhere in between school and the holidays,

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