Reminiscence of Middle School- Personal Narrative

Reminiscence of Middle School- Personal Narrative

Good evening everyone, my name is David Brown and I would like reminisce with you

about the class of 2001's middle school journey.

Not too long ago, well about seven years to be exact, this group of seniors made a

huge transition from the closed walls of various elementary schools to the huge building of

opportunites, which literally had no walls, the middle school. The summer before we

entered this huge abyss of opportunities, excitment breezed through the air. This was a

chance to finally meet those "other people" who we had always heard about, but never

knew who they really were. And of course, we also got to meet those people we heard

lots of bad things about and never wanted to meet, but in the end we all survived and here

we are now, at our graduation.

It all started with the sixth grade. Why did the teachers expect us to master the

ways of elementary just to start all over again? To this day I don't know why, but those

days were great. We had our own bathrooms, yeah, as sixth graders, passing the eighth

graders was scary enough. We also had our own lunch period, which allowed us to get

better aquainted with our new friends and talk about how mad our mothers would be if

they knew we were eating french fries for lunch everyday. Best of all, we could attend the

school dances, which always brought up the conversation of who was going and who

wasn't. And every Friday we got to participate in the Fun Friday activities. The first year

was great, but that was only the start of many better ones.

Seventh grade brought more decisions, but also lots of fun. Now that you knew

everyone, it was tough to decide who you wanted to be your next girlfriend or boyfriend.

Whether or not you wanted to try out for the volleyball or basketball team was another

difficult decision. We learned how to master the art of gossip and some of us even

experienced our first kiss at the boy/girl party your parents finally let you go to. Some of

us also found that true best friend who we still share those deepest, darkest secrets with

today. A few people that were wallflowers at the dances in sixth grade soon learned that

they could be the center of attention on the middle of the dance floor, grabbing all the girls