Middle School: A Short Story

So, you want to know how to survive middle school? Well I can help you. Being a middle school student, you pick up a couple tricks along the way. Then sometimes you can even find or hear tips, now a lot of the tips and tricks usually come from a teacher, but you will discover some on your own that will make Middle School a bit easier. Throughout my time as a middle school student, I have definitely found so many tips and tricks. Now some tips and tricks are just plain sense, but you don’t always utilize these tips.

In middle school, I was not popular. I was kind of an outcast. I hated the popular kids my whole life, yet always aspired to be one. I hung out with the girls who listened to k-pop, watched anime, and loved alternative music more than life. I had popular friends, but they only spoke to me, when their other friends were not around. I was typically a person who takes humiliation to heart, took way too many jokes seriously. Most of the time it was because they were black jokes, which I didn’t think were funny. People have told me “ No you’re black.” or “ Why are you here? Africa misses you!” “ You look like Lil Wayne.” I never did anything about it and people kept doing it. Everytime someone judged me for being african-american, my self-esteem took a deep dive.

This personal narrative is based on my first day of middle school. On my first day of middle school I woke up with feeling nervous not knowing why I felt this feeling, maybe it was from the fact that I didn’t know the teachers or the schedule, I got dressed ate breakfast and slowly packed up my stuff. I than ended up at the school still feeling nervous, as I waited hoping that the day would be over already, the bell suddenly rang ai then knew that I had to see what the next three years of my life would be like. As the door opened I then started feeling nervous again.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

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 hot spring morning at Wave Side Middle School. I loved the smell of flowers, I remember what they used to look like. All of a sudden I was startled.

You walk through the halls of your junior high school one last time. Every memoire seems as if it’s shooting at you all at once. First boyfriend, great teachers most of all though great friendships. We are starting our life if we know it or not. Everything will change. This summer I’m determined to get my glow up. Having so many friends you see how they’ve changed and yet here I am, still the same me I was my first year here. Nothing's changed except maybe my face blew up. Fun right, haha yeah it’s great.

One day a girl who was nearly a teenager, at the age twelve, had just started middle school. She was happy and excited for the school year to start. She thought everything will turn out good. On the first day of school she had fun, she didn’t really meet anyone new. It was a small school, she already knew mostly everyone except for a few new students. Then, the second day of school came, it happened to be a Friday, August twenty-fourth, the girl had another fun day at school.

I am pleased to be here today to help celebrate you on your last day as a middle schooler. As you prepare to move up to the High School, I encourage you to reflect on your experience at the Middle School and the lessons that have prepared you for your next step.

It’s been two days and my stomach would not rest, it was constantly turning and nothing could calm down my nerves. Today was the day my mom comes back from Doctors. I never really knew what was going on except the fact that Mother was very sick. 3rd grade started to become a wee bit more challenging. It was a Friday, November 2nd, so it was a little chilly with a bitter winter breeze. The air felt like needles on young 9 year old’s skin. The walk from the bus was a much different one than usual, today was the day mommy comes home. As we walked into the classroom (my brother and I) hardly any students where there at the moment. I greeted my teacher and walked to my seat and began working on the morning start up. As more people strided in we began our day by starting out with a spelling test, I got 8 out of 10. This past week had been rough but it was finally going to be over. Lunch was a upon us and I was eating a PB and J. My dad packed me the most easy stuff because he was not willing to do anything extravagant. My stomach had been growling all morning not to mention all of the nerves. It felt like a party was going on down there. Right after lunch we had recess I regularly ran the mile club. I let out a sigh of relief as the school day was finally over. Then I began to prepare for the bus, I grabbed a sharp enough pencil to defend myself to what was about to come. I made a decoy sandwich so I could eat my other sandwich in peace. As the

A couple years later it was almost middle school and I was still getting bullied. It was fifth grade and it seemed like everyone hated me. I was quiet, shy, never started trouble but other kids thought they had to harm me. What I remember the most was once I was thrown in a trash can. I decided to sneak and stay in for recess and I sat there in the dark hallway next to a trashcan drawing. This chubby Latino kid appeared and I didn’t even know who he was and he just picks me up and threw me into the trash can. I remember crying my eyes out. I sat in their because I didn’t want anyone to see me. Him laughing down the hallway was all you could hear. I thought “I must be trash.” Eventually, a teacher found me and pulled me out and gave me a hug.

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

Within what felt like minutes, it was my last day of school. Apart from dejection, I felt a guilty wrench in my stomach walking through the narrow school gates for the last time as I perceived that I was deserting my friends after all our wonderful times together. The good luck cards came in swarms and several swimming pools could have been filled with the tears shed that day. The 3 o’clock bell chimed, which would usually be a sound of bliss, but now it brought

Starting the first day of school, or mine, if you ask. Coming back after New Year’s, 2nd grade, I must fit in, and not be alone. Wearing my coordinated outfit, a red plaid sleeved shirt topped with a black graphic shirt, matching along with a plaid (black) skirt, and red plaid leggings. The awaitning of walking into the school, the dirastic of changes in my routine. The feeling of being alone with no friends to confort, but a fresh start awaits for me into a new life, only 30 minutes away form my old home. Can’t bear to enter the curious and trntorouse place that lays there waiting for me. Standing outside my classroom door. Not able to meet my teacher because of a person problem the week before starting, I was confused and nervous. With my parents beside me, the feelin g of my teacher, mrs. Kruis, walking up to the door. Welcoming me in, with clessmates glazing at me there being, 36 fresh and judging new eyes, waiting to get to know me or waiting to curopte me into something I am not. My paretns telling me good bye, as I walk deeper into my class. Taking my seat behind a kid named, keegan a boy wearing pink socks, sat their looking straight as his seat could not see mine, he was facing he rbaord.

I jumped at the sound of my alarm clock very disappointed that the guy I had fallen for, was just in my dreams. As I laid there in my bed I couldn 't help but wonder what I would say if my dream did come true. But just as I began to think, my mother shouted. “Maddison Klintfield, get your butt down here! You are going to be late for your first day at your new school!!” This was always one of the most disappointing sentences that came out of my mother’s mouth. I hated school. I hated having no friends but it is hard to make friends knowing that you will most likely move schools the next year. I couldn 't help but think that this year was going to be better. At least I hope it will be.