Descriptive Essay About Middle School

Music Plays behind us. The bass upon the speaker fill the room. Kai and I wait, silence between us but music fills the air around. The room, a little messy, dribbled paint on the floor, and the smell of Acrylic and pencil shavings linger. The bell for lunch breaks both the music barrier and silence. Kai and I are awakened from out daydream.

Middle school was a lot of fun for me, I met a lot of new people and lots of new girls. It was also kinda tough in the beginning with switching classes and things and having so many different teachers and lots of homework from different classes and having to remember the room numbers of each class but eventually I got used to everything.

It was a bright, beautiful morning. My first day of middle school, I was so nervous! I was ready. I got up out of my bed, grabbed my cute flowered dress and white sandals, got dressed, and looked awesome. Well, that's what I thought. When I went upstairs, my nanny looked at me and said “you look so cute!” Sadly, my mom wasn’t there for my first day, but she texted me and said “hope your first day goes great. Love you!”. I went to the kitchen where I saw my sisters looking all pretty and stylish. They looked at me and said “You look adorable, are you ready?” I said “yes” apprehensively. I grabbed a granola bar and was off to school. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to start middle school, but I knew I had to. So, I tried to walk in with confidence.

Are you nervous about starting Jr. High? I know it can be scary, but if you follow my advice, Jr. High will be a breeze. Jr. High can be nerve wracking but also fun. Jr. High can be stressful and confusing, but at the same time exciting and adventurous. Jr. High is a big part of your life. Jr. High preps you for high school, and high school preps you for college, which is where you study what you’ll do with the rest of your life. To survive Jr. High, you need to know these things, know your study skills, be social, and follow my advice.

Honestly, I loved middle school. I never had any problems to all the school I went to during that time, I had a lot of f friends that to this day I still talk to and ended with having honor roll. My first middle school was here in Arizona at Estrella Mountain that I went to for the first third of sixth grade so I do not have many memories from that year there. Then I moved to Saint Johnsbury, Vermont to attend the rest of my sixth grade at Saint Johnsbury middle school. All of my memories at that school were of my class and I always being outside. We had endless field trips of going snowboarding, snowshoeing, sledding, camping and then do some of the most erratic things such as studying the population of the trees in our forest,

Children between the ages of 8-12 are defined as being within the developmental stage of middle childhood.  At this age, the rapid development of previous stages has decreased and the physical changes within this period are slower and more defined.  The refinement of gross and fine motor skills is a critical aspect of this stage as the delayed or retarded development can have significant impact on the areas of cognitive, social and emotional development.  In order to ensure children are equipped with the correct knowledge and understanding of health, well being and healthy eating, the period of middle childhood is one in which these aspects are incorporated and failure to properly do so can result in long term ramifications and

Many people have told me that I tend to overreact to things. My sister has told me that that's an understatement. I agree. The fact that my Asian parents sometimes tell me to be more relaxed about my Korean school grade says it all. So of course, among my list of anxiety-givers, middle school is one of the top few. Undoubtedly, the aforementioned many people must think of me as a drama queen when it comes to academics. But they should count themselves as lucky to have missed speculating how I first reacted to the prospect of attending middle school.

When I was a young child, I had been very socially anxious, feeling as if there was a rock in my throat whenever I was to speak to anyone, feeling tears just stream down my face as I stood in a daze. This had been such a problem for me, as I really desired to have friends. Hoping to be able to communicate with adults and that I would be this normal person. I remember entering middle school and only slightly improving socially. I was determined to overcome this antisocial box I was in. All throughout my three years of middle school, I had opened up and tried to step out of my comfort zone. Eventually, I got so comfortable that I became a much more outgoing and well spoken, even going out of my way to be friends with people. I have appreciated

High School. The dreadful place every teen must spend possibly the worst four years of their lives in. While countless websites and magazines state that Northfield High School is one of the top public high schools in Minnesota, it is no exception. The teachers and staff take pride in this rating, making to tell each and every one of its prisoners. While the standardized test scores are abnormally high, I would not give credit to the sub-par teachers. Instead, I would credit the fact that this quaint high school is situated in a town with not one, but two liberal art colleges. Thus, much of its students are children of professors. Nevertheless, these statistics are still celebrated. Curious about what makes this high school better than the rest, I spent a day quietly observing the school and the people in it.

On the farm, where I, Emu Krayze, live, lives not only my family, but also a great number, about twenty, of chicken. You see, that is the problem. My whole family, including parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even siblings, are chicken. But me? I am just an ordinary, old fashioned emu, who does no good. I often fear that I was adopted! I have tried everything to transform myself into a chicken, or at least look like one, but can never manage to do it.

The plate steamed like a factory spilling out smoke. Ronnie knew that as soon as the buzzing alarm sounded, those steaming pancakes and sausage would be waiting for him when he was awaken by his beeping alarm. His eyes snapped open at the sound of his alarm. Ronnie knew he slept well. He hopped out of bed and darted down the stairs. His hopes were crashed when he was greeted by the sight of an empty table in the dining room. He was standing there, stunned. He was wondering where his steaming pancakes and his dripping sausage were. He was positive that his parents had overslept. He went to his parents bedroom, where they were nowhere to be seen. He wondered how he was going to get to school. It was his first day of middle school, and if he had

Late a minute and we have to run Eyes half open, shoelaces undone We reach school and we see our friends, Immediately, the torture ends. Today I hurry off to school, To work, learn and play. I'm in a brand new grade this year.

The small classroom was quiet and bleak, the only sound being heard was the shuffling of papers and footsteps down the hallway. Every student had been working on their projects, grinning proudly to the teacher as the young adult complimented their work. Although, all but one girl sat, coloring quietly and cutting out scraps of construction paper. This girl in particular had been staring out the window at the muddy landscape surrounding the structure of their humble school. As she glanced around the room, the old and creaky desks soon grew into magnificent trees, with elegant vines and branches that intertwined with one another. She smiled at the image of them, the small birds tweeting softly, singing their melodies to each other. The bright

The loudspeaker booms across the school. “Have a great winter break, and enjoy the holidays!” I look outside to see soft, glowing snowflakes falling from the sky. Then, the clamor of the school bell travels through everyone's ear. I step outside the classroom door and navigate my way through the labyrinth of middle school students. While walking down the hallway, I hear the clicking and twisting of the locks. “Click, Click, Click”. Once I arrive at my grey, metal locker, I quickly twist the silver lock to the left, right, and then left again. It opens, and I look into the miniature mirror in my locker to see a reflection of coffee-brown eyes and caramel-brown hair. Lockers are slamming shut, and feet are pounding like elephants on the hallway

Reading is one of the most important developmental milestones in our lives. Reading is described as the ability to recognize letters and the sounds two or more letters generate. Reading is not only knowing those sounds, but also understanding what each of those sounds represent. Middle childhood is a critical period for reading because if a child those not learn how to read in this part of their life they are vulnerable to reading difficulties in adolescence. During middle childhood, there are a couple of cognitive developments that must occur in order for reading to be beneficial. Three of the most important are the following selective attention, memory, reaction time.