Descriptive Essay On The Middle School

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.

The National Middle School Association (NMSA) is now known as the Association for Middle Level Education (AMLE). It has been a “voice for those committed to the educational and developmental needs of young adolescents” since 1973. This organization is the only national education association specifically committed to those in the middle level grades. There are over 30,000 members including principals, teachers, central office personnel, professors, college students, parents, community leaders, and educational consultants. The AMLE is recognized across the United States, Canada, and 46 other countries. In addition, AMLE has a network of “58 affiliate organizations in the United States, Canada, Europe, and Australia that strengthen outreach to the regional, state, provincial, and local levels.” The Association for Middle Level Education’s mission is dedicated to improving the educational experiences of all students ages 10 to 15 by providing vision, knowledge, and resources to educators and leaders. (National Association of State Boards of Education, n.d., paragraph 1).

I open the door. I feel sick. I’m nervous and my stomach’s turning. The room is lined with neat rows of desks, each one occupied by another kid my age. I walk in and sit down in an open seat, kids awkwardly staring at me. It’s my first year in 9th grade, second month in NJ, and my first year in the United States of America.

I walked into my Barents room , I was so depressed because that day was my first day went to middle school in America. I spoke to my mother about what was going on that day.

I remember when it was time to go from being a 12 year old 6th grader, to a 12 year old middle schooler with a lot more responsibilities than I was used to having. I had to make sure all my homework was done on time (It took me awhile to get the idea of no late homework hammered into my head), asked for help when I needed it the teacher wasn’t going to help as much as the elementary teachers would do unless I asked, with asking for help was a lot harder than I thought it would be everyone was confused too, after awhile the teacher finally got tired of running around the room jumping from student to student, marched up to the front of the class and wrote on the board of how to do a certain assignment.

Up until high school I had been a straight A student. Elementary school was a breeze with coloring sheets and constant pats on the back. Middle school was more difficult, but still provided a similar environment filled with constant positive reinforcements. High school was a different world.

For the most part, I have rarely experienced deindividuation, as I have never really done anything out of my character; however, there is one specific moment I can recall from middle school. If you had good grades at the time when your advisory teacher checked every monday, you were given a free pass to spend the rest of the weeks advisory periods playing games. I don’t think there was time when I didn’t have good grades, so I got to mess around every week during this time period. One day, my friends and I discovered one of the rooms wasn’t being watched by a teacher, so, of course, we started going to that room everyday. It didn’t take long for us to completely lose our normal morals around each other, due to the group anonymity and that we

I never really made any big decisions in my life besides the one choosing whether to continue to attend at Curé of Ars or to transfer to Barstow. To some people this doesn’t really seem like a big decision and that I was making a big deal out of nothing, but education was something very important to me. Whenever I would debate whether to stay or leave, I thought about how it would affect the rest of my life. If I went to an inadequate middle school, I wouldn’t be placed in good classes in highschool, and then I wouldn’t do well on standardized test and wouldn’t get into a good college and probably end up with a job I hated. That's what went through my mind thinking about this decision. The only reason why I thought about transferring was because Curé planned on changing their curriculum and their class format the year I was going into seventh grade. The new class format was to stay with the same teacher and classmates for 3 hours and be taught 2 subjects in that amount of time. Teachers were assigned subjects they had

Starting Middle School Ever since I started school academic adjudicators always informed us about how challenging academic subjects would become with every year that passed. The end of primary school was a time of great alert from teachers as it left effects on students as a result where they were very agitated by the news of teachers on how hard it will be in secondary school. Not only was meeting the academic requirements challenging, but altering your learning style in a new environment fuelled the level of vast challenges as you face multiple adverse obstacles. I will strive to attain my goal by containing all adverse obstacles to my goal. Up to now at least, what appears true about our teachers rhetorical claims is the contrast and the distinction between the learning style in primary school and middle school.

I remember walking through the halls the first few days of middle school feeling the different vibes that the students were giving off. It was definitely not the positive energy I was used to, but instead a negative sensation. I felt like I was the only student trying to do what was right. I knew I did not belong in that school as soon as I heard a certain degrading comment from one of my classmates. The girls were constantly getting remarks made about them, but this one made me cringe a little more than usual. The comments never bothered the other girls as much, but they made me just want to cry. The teachers would never say anything to the boys and would let them get away with it. When students were not making derogatory comments, they were

The warm air filtering through the rolled-down windows, brushing against my face. We were on our last minute escape before the rush of school started back up again. Music spewed from the radio, my sister’s pitchy voice sang right along, faltering on the words she didn’t know, as we headed off towards Middle Brook, MO. I didn’t know what was so special about the place we were going, but I was excited all the same. My mom and dad had been planning this for a few weeks. But there was one part of this trip that I knew I’d love more than anything.

What is your definition of each? Think about your elementary experiences, your middle school experiences, your high school experiences, you college experiences, (and) your life experiences.

Everyone caring for one another, kids behaving maturely, and everyone succeeding? That wasn’t the 8th grade I experienced. Throughout the last few months, my class and I have had our ups, downs, and even some uglies, as Sergio Leone liked to say. It’s been a year full of both success and a bit of failure.

The faces of all the people I have ever met blur together like the colors of a sunset as each day fades and turns to night. A few stand out, family and friends,but one shines brighter than all the rest, Amy, we have been friends since elementary school, but have grown much closer throughout our middle school years. She threw me a lifeline when I did know I needed one, she saw directly through me and pulled me right in.

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.