Middle School's Influence On Young Life

I think I speak for many people when I say high school is a critical point in one’s life. Coming into high school, things seemed to be tightly-knitted between my peers and I; those of us who had just

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.

Walking into Booth Middle School on the first day of seventh grade, all I wanted was a friend. I cared little about whether they would make an impact on my life; as a newcomer to Peachtree City, I was open to befriend anyone. Within the first week, I met Annabelle. I was so preoccupied with the excitement of having a new friend that I was unaware of how greatly she would impact not only my first day, first week, or first year of middle school, but how vastly she would affect my future.

Many students worry about how their middle school years will go. Middle school is a very important part of a student’s education. Middle school is their initiation into high school and could really impact their future. Many elementary school students think that they are prepared and can do well in middle school, but many are not ready. Also, students who do not do well in middle school tend to not do well in high school. One lesson I would like to teach elementary school students is how to survive middle school, which is important because it will lead them to a better future by being prepared, managing time, and knowing how to problem solve.

Up until seventh grade I loved school. I made A’s and B’s, had good friends, and actually enjoyed being there. All of this changed for me when I entered middle school where multiple schools from the area merged together to form seventh and eighth grade. Since I had done so well the prior year I had been placed in accelerated classes with kids I had never met before and boy would I be sorry. It turned out that I did not have the right clothes, a pretty enough face, nor did my parents have the money that it took to be cool that year and I was bullied. I had girls that would walk behind me and say “Paula, you’re ugly and stupid too” every day and for me I could not brush it off. Every day of having to get up and face these girls became harder

It’s the night before the first day of high school. At 1:00AM, Jamie still nervously lies awake on her bed, while thinking about her new chapter in life. Middle school wasn’t the best experience for her, as she was bullied for being “overweight” and being a nerd. Neither boys nor girls liked her for the way she was. Jamie couldn’t wait for high school to start so she could never see them again.

Although very nervous and uncomfortable, I decided that there was nothing in my power to change the future; and so taking a deep breath, I entered the freshly painted red, iron doorway. I began noticing my classmates forming their “cliques” and “gangs” of friends that they would “hang out with.” Here came the breath again… I took another one and then started talking to a group of guys and girls. I did it in a way that I would speak to my friends in the old country. This time, I realized, it was different. Inadvertently, I was making a fool of myself when I began small talk about the classes that we would be taking that year. They did not care about classes, they cared about the movies they watched or comparing the great vacations they had which happened to have just ended because of school. They did not want to hear about classes. It took me a long time to realize that I wasn’t like them, I was better than them. I had bigger plans than just wasting the summer away… I read everything I could get my hands on. I wish I could discuss some of the stories I read or the things I learned for just about any topic. Instead, I went with: “My name is Leonidas… Have any of you seen the movie 300? The fearless protagonist has the same name as mine.” I think that was when they began to love me! I mean I was the new star that everybody in my school had to

On a Spring day in Oak Park, California a 10 year old girl stood at the front of her classroom, almost scared to death. This girl named Abigail was about to go on the roller coaster of emotions called middle school. "Hi. I'm Abigail" she said, her voice shaking. It's not always easy to be the new

I do not remember much from middle school; however I do recall having trouble fitting in and making friends. For the Central Bucks School District, seventh grade marks the beginning of middle school. My awkward 13-year-old self, with bright blue hair, was immersed in a pool of people at Holicong Middle School I had never met before. I had spent the past seven years with the same people and now they were mixed in with this monstrous crowd of new people, forcing me to make new friends. I was not a normal kid by society’s standards, and I still am a quirky kid, but at that point in my life I was still trying to figure out how to behave in a social setting. That was not a simple task for me; I was a hyperactive kid who dyed her hair a plethora of colors. To make matters worse, I was not mixed in with a pleasant group of people.

Walking leisurely with a teacher compared to walking alone in the hallways, surely I would prefer to walk alone. Because of our growth in maturity, we students have an abundant number of responsibilities in the sixth grade. These responsibilities consist of an exceptional amount of homework and quizzes, a locker combination, remembering the schedule, and walking alone to classes. Adapting to middle school is difficult due to the bountiful responsibilities; however, students can adapt in no time. The freedom and the responsibilities students obtain in sixth grade make it extremely different to fifth grade.

Anxious, worried, excited, overjoyed. These emotions blended into one when thinking about entering a new, unfamiliar school. Me, the oldest of three siblings trying something completely new for the first time. Hopefully the emotions began to wash out. Hopeless isn’t necessarily the word that comes to mind now. Entering room 321 is one small step for me, a giant leap for my education. I wasn't tired anymore and everything is going the polar opposite of what is I thought would be happening now. This isn’t the place I thought it was going to be. Even though it is still partly a maze. No more feeling sick. I thought. Hopefully this day will stay fantastic. Middle school might not be the challenge I was expecting it to be. Might.

Throughout elementary school, class was always too easy for me. I could talk in class, goof around, pay zero attention, and still get great grades. My parents never knew that I was a terrible student with great grades. Unfortunately, these habits stuck with me through the majority of middle school. It got me by until my freshman year. When I faced personal struggles mixed with poor academic choices, I set myself up for failure. Not only am I completely embarrassed by this, but I can't hide it. This slip of paper that haunts me through this entire admission process. My high school transcript. I shelter it from my friends when handed out in full class meetings, I rip it up as soon as I get it in the mail before my parents can see, I've even lied

A climax of my life was moving from New Jersey to California over the summer between 6th and 7th grade. Luckily I had already made the transition from elementary to middle school, but I still had considerable adjustments to make. For instance, I came from a grade of 250 students to a section of just 80, and was introduced to the concept of honors classes. Nevertheless, I found that the academic adjustments were minor, and the bigger issue was cultural. My New Jersey hometown is tiny and has a library with limited resources. On the other hand, Beverly Hills’ beautiful library boasts a newly renovated children’s section. While many of my friends’ parents rode the train to commute to New York City, Beverly parents all seem to drive. My family

The summer going into freshman year of high school, my youth group planned a ten day mission trip to Los Angles, California. On the day we were flying back home, one of our back home leaders lost the key to one of our vans. This meant only thirteen of the thirty participants could go home when planned. All back home leaders stayed in LA and left a high school junior and me in charge of eleven youth. From switching flights to walking through the airport all eyes were on us. This trip taught me how to get others to corporate and work together to achieve a common goal. Despite the fact the none of the youth knew where we were going in the airports, I found a way to take control of a stressful situation while making my friends feel comfortable

Teenage kids chattered loudly thoughout the grey main commons of high school. I walked hand in hand with my brightly patterned lunch bag over to my group of friends. Rachel, my best friend was exasperating over her miserable day so far. Within the group all three of us girls: Rachel, Tiffany and Morgan babbled amongst ourselves before the dreaded school bell sang. Tension