My Experience In Middle School

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 tragically, his mother (my Aunt) asked if I will read his poem to her and a group of 50 strangers. She knew my fear of public speaking, she also knew my dream of becoming a teacher and starting to a career as a substitute teacher. Therefore, she knew I needed to overcome the fear of speaking. I am extremely pleased with myself to speak clearly and to have the strength and encouragement of my family to overcome my greatest fear with a poem in dedication to my beloved cousin.

My middle school experience has been like a rollercoaster, full of ups and down and sharp twist and turns that either make me scream in excitement or cry in fear, and in the end, it went by too quickly making me question whether I want to experience it all over again or leave and never turn back. No matter how I feel about it, middle school has shaped who I am today. Since the beginning of 6th grade till now, the end of 8th grade, I’ve changed a lot. I’m not just walking able gaining weight and growing a few inches; I’m talking about what I discovered. The last 3 years has taught me many lessons and helped me grow emotionally and changed my view of the world, the people around me and myself.

The fifth grade school year ended very quickly, Mrs.Cullen retired, and my classmates and I moved on to the next chapter of our lifes, sixth grade. As the next school year arrived, I went about sixth grade the same way I had started about fifth grade, I had a ton of friends in my class, and I thought that sixth grade would be a walk in the park. My advisor was Mr.Ferry, and having to write about 1000 times I will not disrupt class, I finally began to approach sixth grade in a different way. In sixth grade I learned the importance of mindfulness, and doing what I loved from

Middle school was just the beginning for me. When I came into the middle school, I thought I wasn’t going to survive but later on I realized it wasn’t terrible at all. I've made some great memories and the best one’s were here. Fifth grade was the start for me, sixth and seventh grade shaped my personality, and eighth grade made me come into contact with myself.

Beginning fifth grade was scary, yet exciting because everything was set up differently and Eureka combined with Goodfield and Congerville, so there were many students I did not know. The most exciting part was that we went to a different class for each subject, and we were assigned lockers, which no one

The work in the middle was more tough and exhausting in the middle school than it was in high school, I had a hard time in middle school, I couldn’t focus in middle school, but when I got to high school for some reason it was much easier to focus. Probably, because I didn’t have the same classes with the people I had in middle so it was much easier to focus. I heard 2 myths before I went to high school I heard that only popular kids have fun and that freshman were looked down upon as little kids. When I finally got to high school I figured out that all of those myths were not true. Anybody could have fun in high school and the freshman is not looked down

Middle school was a decisive time in my life, for I was truly beginning to understand the world and what was happening for what it is. Living in two households during the week I got tastes from both ends of the

Coming off what was one of the best summers of my life, I expected grade 6 to go by like a breeze, before I knew it I would be back hitting baseballs in the park with my friends. But….. to my surprise IT. WAS. TOUGH. So much

Overall, sixth grade was an exciting year for me. With all the twists and turns. The exciting and scary moments. You could never tell what was coming. I made many new friends,

From first grade to fifth grade, I was happy and energetic. I made best friends that I never thought I would lose and I liked them all. I grew close to my teachers and I got to go on field trips. I never cared about what others thought about me or said about me. The lesson that I took from grade school is that teachers aren’t as bad as people think and that I should’ve cherished every minute of being young.

In just a few short weeks I will be a freshman. So for the next 3 paragraphs I will reflect on my middle school experience. My most memorable moments would be when I met all of my friends they were all at different times. But over the three year of middle school i’ve managed to become more outgoing and gained many friends. While gaining friends i've also gained many other things like, better social skills and better studying skills.

Coming to middle school, I expected it to be really hard and scary. It was a big, new school, and so many new people and teachers in it. There was so many fears. Different types of activities. Also, so many teachers. In the end, I faced my fears, joined different activities, and accomplish some achievements.

Getting out of bed used to be the worst part of my day. I know I sound so relatable and quirky but I’m serious. I dreaded falling asleep and having to wake up to the same bleak day with the same schedule as the days and weeks before. The same thoughts the same cloths the same lessons, what was the point. In my last year of middle school these were my thoughts.i know what you're thinking, ‘only being in middle school you’re too young to be thinking like this, you haven't seen any part of the world yet.’ At the time i didn't know anything more than the four walls of my room and the lyrics to some punk band i found on the internet.

As much as I would like to claim that today was a regular day, it wasn't. With me getting ready for my college applications and personal essay, I had a lot on my mind, and the last thing I needed was another confused teammates adding to my worries. Sitting on the bleachers and I quietly working my outline for my college essay, my little cousin ran into the gym crying. We, the Obi, prided ourselves on being manly, smart, pride, understanding and thick-skinned and there was only one thing that could make him cry, and that was him getting taunted about his accent.

I knew that it would take some time to establish myself. While I was new to the community, I believed I would and could be successful with some work. After all, I had done so well in middle school. And then it happened; I entered the campus filled with energy as I walked into the big brown building. It appeared to be so extravagant, standing tall and surrounded by the bare trees. I knew what I was capable of and I told myself,"Don't let anyone get in the way". As the first bell rung, I was worried. I took my seat at 8:15 and I already began to lose my focus. I stared at all the new faces although I had yet to learn the names of my new peers. My staring contest was interrupted by a sheet of paper on my desk. It hauntingly said- "SYLLABUS."