Personal Narrative: Yough Intermediate Middle School

Yough Intermediate Middle School, a comical and controlled environment. Waking up everyday to come to school is a nuisance. It worth every second of the day because of the amazing teachers, students, and staff. The curricular activities are as creative as a Picasso painting. The adventures I have gone on in Yough has taken me through life even more. The adventures have been vigorous, inferior, and patchy. This year, in activity club, the students had a chance to go outside in the snow. At the time there was a “snow storm” occurring. Once we got outside, it was troubling to stand on my own two feet due to the raging wind. The four of us decided to play football even though we could not walk in a straight line. After playing football,
we decided to start tackling each other and throwing snow at each others face. Then, randomly someone threw the football at someone, so in natural reaction we started to run around like cougars chasing each other. Sadly, the day ended and we had to go home. In seventh grade, C.J., Colten, Tyler, Conor, and I had Mrs. Egeland for homeroom. Every tenth period, we would be able to frolic on a computer. Mrs. Egeland would let us sit next to each other every day. There were only 4 desks in our proximity and there were five of us. Therefore, Conor and I would fight every day about who got to sit in the last seat, even though it was my assigned seat. My favorite moment in Mrs. Egelands is when we all sat on the floor. When we were all dismissed, we all went to stand up, but instead she insisted on us staying on the floor since we all looked so comfortable. Eighth… grade… lunch. The lunch of chanting, mugging, and stealing. The table I sit at consists of thirteen people. Almost daily we get yelled out and we have already gotten split up five times. We got yelled out for chanting twice, mugging once, and stealing once. The other time I was not here so i wouldn’t know. One day we had to carry corn to the home-ec class for Mr. Berich. He intended to only have three people go, but we interpreted that he wanted all of us to go. Once we finished carrying corn to the home-ec class, the other eight was hauling eight bags of corn to the fight club or the garage next to the sewage plant.

Every day is a new adventure in Yough, whether it is vigorous, inferior, or patchy. I will miss most things in the middle school, but moving up to the high school only means that it is time for new adventures. There will be a new lunch group, new clubs, and new classes.
Memories never fade in my head, therefore I will never forget what I have left behind. Goodbye Yough Intermediate Middle School, you will be forever missed.