Personal Narrative: My Middle School

Middle School. My first steps into the “North Building” and I was terrified. There was moisture in the air and the carpets were moist from being freshly shampooed. It almost smelled like a new house, even though that building was as old as Abraham Lincoln if he were still alive. I walked up the stairs and directly to my locker. This is the first year I am able to use a combination locker to hold all my supplies. It didn’t take long for me to get the hang of lockers and changing between two teachers, instead of one.