My Experience At Middle School

My Middle Ages When I started Middle School, I was nothing close to the social butterfly I am today. In fact for my entire first two years of middle school, I didn't have much of an identity. Or friends. I wasn't a part of any clique, or involved in any clubs. All I did was keep my mouth shut and blend in. I literally had no passions, no ideals, values, I just followed the crowd. But as my middle school experience went on, some drastic changes happened to me. And no, not puberty. Here is how it

In middle school, 5th to 8th grade, I endure multiple adjective to describe my experience in middle school. While in Middle School, I struggle with my appearance which has stayed as an adult. For I always look at myself and all the flaws in my features, as my family members and/or friends state my beauty features, I will brushed them off by stating the negative feature I visually observe. Until recently, I’ve overcome my inability of reading in public and/or to my peers. As my cousin passed away

Most people go through Middle School without any problems and I wish I could say the same about my experience. But I can’t. I was bullied a lot through Middle school. The students would comment about my weight and ask questions such as, “Why are you massive compared to your brother?” or, “Are you sure you don’t need a custom made desk to fit into?” Soon enough, I got use to the name calling and payed little attention to it. However, I can’t say the same about my self confidence. After core classes

In elementary school, children cannot wait to be in middle school. In middle school, the only thing pre-teens want is to be a high schooler. As a senior in high school, I would go back to being an elementary schooler in a heartbeat. As I drive through Long Prairie, where I attended elementary school at a small, catholic institution, an intense feeling of nostalgia hits me like a tidal wave. Where did the time go? It feels as if just yesterday I was riding to school in my grandma’s car after we bought

Middle school: a time of change, new beginnings, and more friends. Switching from the grade school to the middle school came with more responsibilities. I now had to ride the bus to and from school, instead of my parents taking me everyday. Going to the middle school also meant having to change classes. We would not be stuck in the same room all day anymore. This made me nervous that I was not going to be able to find my class, or I was not going to make it on time. Fifth grade was a scary but

Throughout my three year experience in middle school, I had always been treated like the black sheep of the class. I was that tall, awkward girl with braces, uncontrollable acne, strange fashion, airheaded moments, and unusual music taste. I attended Paauilo Intermediate School and anyone who has heard of that school knows how small the student body is. My entire grade was made up of thirty students, so making good friends was such a rarity. The group that I settled with consisted of four other girls

Something weird was going on. The other kids looked at me and quirked their eyebrows. It was the first day of middle school. I didn’t know any of the other kids. After class, one of them came up to me and asked “Are you Jewish?” People used to ask me that all the time. After a definite “no” from me, they would follow with “Then why do you go to a Jewish school?” There is an underlying assumption you don’t go to Tehiyah if you weren’t Jewish. It makes sense, I suppose. At first, I didn’t think

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. First of all, in these three years in middle school I've created relationships with many different people. We all have our own friend groups throughout the

Being in middle school is a dreadful place to be, almost all students will acknowledge that this statement has truth behind it. My middle school was a long two-story building that had mirrored halls on its floors, save for the gym, cafeteria, and front office, which were all found on the bottom floor. There were even colored tiles on the floor that indicated the walking paths from one class to the next. Now the experience I had in middle school wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, but it could

I still get nightmares about my horrid middle school days. Especially seventh and eighth grade, those were the absolute worst. I still have flashbacks of horribly straightened bangs covering my eyes, black versions of my uniform I would dress myself in, and what I now call emo music I would drown myself in. The memory I won’t be able to ever forget however was on September second of my last year of middle school. Throughout that entire year I was a complete mess. I was crying and sobbing over trivial