Growing Up In Middle School

In the first few years, I was reserved. Because I only hung out with the people I knew and rarely stepped out of my comfort zone back in Florida, I acted the same way moving to Georgia. Making friends wasn’t important to me because I was used to being isolated. Going on to high school, I came to a realization that I needed to step out into the world. I knew that I couldn’t always depend on myself. I needed to make connections and branch out. I took my chances and joined clubs to help not only myself but others as well. High school was also the transition of my life where I started focusing on my grades. I started working harder and as the curriculum started to get more difficult, it only motivated me to be more diligent.

book after book. All titled Middle school, the worst years of my life, how I survived middle school, middle school get me out of here,and the list goes on . As I was nearing the end of fifth grade, I started seriously thinking about how middle school would be and got worried after hearing of so many stories of people's terrible middle school years. However, I have to admit it really hasn’t been all that bad these last three years and in fact, middle school may have been my favorite, compared to elementary school. With more freedom, more people, more homework, more activities, more teachers, more fun classes, more excitement, more everything quite frankly, I have been able to have . I am sure a lot of us have fun throughout these middle school while learning more about yourselves and the people around us each year. I am sure many of us have been able to say for sure that we have had many experiences that can prepare us for the future.

Throughout middle school, I've had many different experiences, talked to people and dealt with problems from students, to teachers, to the other staff members of our school. I couldn’t help but notice some things about these three years about grades, my learning styles, relationships, myself, different activities, and my hopes for the future.

On the first day of middle school I was very nervous and didn’t have many friends. In the begging of the school year I saw people I knew from elementary, I was shy to make friends. Then I tried to make

Finally entering middle school, In band we sat where ever. Christmas came and my first ever band concert, but our seating was already chosen for us that night without us knowing. There, walking towards the seat that have our names on it, with a smile on my face excited to play but my name was nowhere found in the front row. I went to the second row, nothing, and then the third where I found my name. I was last, the very last flute ensemble seat. As I sat, my throat become hard, my chest beating like it was angry, my face redder then red. I was not just angry but a word beyond furious, because I was last seat, it wasn’t fair, I remember practicing so hard and I didn’t even get to show what I got but then I was put last. Throughout middle school,

During my time at Junior High i’ve always had things come so easy to me, and I loved it. I would get decent grades without having to study for the tests, the homework was straightforward, and the teachers loved me. Being the average know-it-all child I was, I thought this would’ve carried out into high school. I spent my freshman year struggling because I didn’t quite understand that yet. It wasn’t until my second semester of sophomore year I finally made a change, and it showed a considerable amount. I kept the ambition up throughout my junior year, received a job as a CNA, and stayed busy managing wrestling.

Growing up in a small town in Georgia, I thought that I was pretty ordinary. I had many friends who were of the same background as I was and life was fairly simple. That all changed when my family moved to Fort Walton Beach, Florida. I was just in middle school when I was given a cultural stereotype and judged by my new peers because of my southern accent. As a high schooler, I understand that it is best to be myself regardless of what others think but as a middle schooler this was mortifying. I was set apart from everyone else and considered the weird new southern kid. Many kids even believed my accent was somehow related to my intelligence and were surprised by me being in all the advanced classes.

As the readings so often portrayed, the transition into middle schooling can be quite the rough event for students. Despite this, I was quite surprised to find that in a study conducted by Waxman and Huang (1998) of the three education groups—elementary, middle and high school—middle schoolers were actually identified as harbouring the most negative classroom perception. This semester’s Education readings have repeatedly shown that the more independent structure of middle schooling can overwhelm students who are transitioning from their tight-knit elementary classes. Compound these school structure changes with the onset of puberty and it quickly becomes clear that there are challenges to be had in educating the middle school student. (Tilleczek, 2010 p. 5) After participating in this semester’s Education topic, however, I have to come to the conclusion that an effective educator can thoroughly minimise the risks associated with middle school students through the development of holistic teacher—student relationships.

Growing up, there are always those few girls in elementary, middle, and high school that are just cruel. They roam the halls picking on other people, making them feel bad because they have nothing better to do with their life. Middle school was when I first experienced the harsh and painful words of those mean girls. While in middle school their words didn’t affect me much, it may have made me think about my appearance every once in a while; but their words didn’t affect me as much as it affected my friend, my suicidal friend.

As my dad’s shiny, grey, car pulled up to the enormous building with a halt, I unbuckled my seatbelt with a jab. “Bye,” I groaned as he mocked, “Good luck!” Well that helped I thought. I walked up to the big, rusty, opened doors with the vice principal there to greet me. This was going to be a long year…

Throughout middle school, I conformed to what was expected. I changed my clothing style, the manner in which I conversed, and the people whom I conversed with to fit in. My interests often changed to what was popular at the time, and I always tried to make as many friends as possible so that I can look good in front of other people. I didn’t even know myself. I was what society had made me out to be. My friends weren’t my real friends; I didn’t have a single interest with most of them. Over time, I started to become unsatisfied with myself. This was until my transition to high school, when I made one of the best decisions of my

In 2016 I started middle school. It was a large change i was lucky to go to a school in the country. The main things that middle school changes are school changes your mental and emotional state changes, along with most of your friends. I will explain how to help you get through middle school The time of changes and advancements. you go from a kid to beginning your journey to adulthood and the long life after.

Throughout school, I was bullied and made fun of by mostly everyone. It was very hard for me growing up, because I was bigger than most. I was called mean and hateful names and I hated it. Through elementary school I didn’t let the words hurt me as much, but in middle school it got really bad really fast. During that time I was going through some struggles with my father, because he wasn’t there for me and when he was, he was mentally, physically, and verbally abusive. He made me feel worst then any bully could have ever made me feel because it was coming from someone who was supposed to love me. It was hard for me to listen to my father degrade me, call me names, and hit me for no reason. So, when I got to school, I was always in a

Growing up my parents would often call me a trendsetter, didn't always know what they meant by that, but I didn't notice other kids copying what I would wear. I didn't realize until high school this was really a complement and that fashion was something I had an eye for. Academic in high school never came easy to me because I'm very visual, so I knew I wanted to pursue something visual/artistic and fashion oriented. I had the privilege of attending the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising and graduating with an AA in visual communications. Going to school in the city provided me with lots of challenges, especially since I also was working part time and commuting up to the city. But, more importantly, going to school in San Francisco

When I was in the third grade I felt as if I didn’t fit in anywhere. During the third grade I always felt very different than the other kids. I remember begging my mom not to make me go to school because I didn’t want to feel out of place. I had gone to three different schools before going to East Somerville Community School. My parents were trying to find the town that had the best education system. I didn’t move for my parents job or anything like that, just simply to go to a better school. I normally didn’t have a problem making new friends, I usually made a bunch of friends just on the first day. I usually adapted to the school easily.