Middle School-Personal Narrative

When I step out of the car, I start to feel all kinds of emotions. I was happy that I had finally made it to the infamous “middle school”. I was happy that I had made it to what I thought would be the best years of my life(little did I know they would be some of the worst). I was angry that I had to go to school after a long fun summer. I was also a little worried. Not about the kids or the teachers, but rather that I would fail miserably. Opening my locker was probably the most stressful thing I endured that day. I felt as if I was a safe cracker, trying to crack an uncrackable safe. Somehow, I managed to get it open. Next thing I know teachers and administration were herding all of us 6th graders to the gym. I couldn’t wrap my head around the amount of kids, it seemed to be a never ending mob of 11 year olds.
Through all of the chaos, we made it to our stop, which happened to be the gym. We were all ushered into the bleachers so we could get briefed on our next 3 years in middle school. We all gladly took our seats and let the show begin. It was all a blur of boring and useless information. Now I wished I had listened to what they said, but oh well. When it was over we were removed from the gym and were told to go to our first core class. Getting there was very difficult. The rest of the day was filled with teachers telling us their expectations for the rest of the year, as well as boring information about