Personal Narrative: Middle School

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Middle school for some people is an easy time where they are interested in learning the new way of “big kids” school, with changing classes, and new teachers, and harder subjects. For me, I was excited for the change and the advancement in school, but I think I was almost too excited that I became anxious. Just before the first day of school in 6th grade, I got myself so worked up and worried about all the possible things that could go wrong. I had a homeroom teacher that was supposedly very strict. I hoped that this anxiety would go away as soon as I got into school and started going through my day. However, this was not the case. It was just the start of the most difficult months of my life. The first day of 6th grade our homeroom teacher
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