My Experience In Middle School

I believe that your grades do not define you, but the amount of effort you put in does. In middle school, I struggled a lot. I had so much going on in school life and in my personal life. I was depressed and completely overwhelmed. There were so many things that I did that I regret, but of course anyone could say I was just the average rebellious teenager, right? In seventh grade, I lied about having a boyfriend, I got grounded multiple times, and I began to hang with the wrong crowd. My grades started to slope downward, as did everything else that was going well for me. My mom lost her trust for me and so did the rest of my family, my best friend moved away, and my dad began to have liver problems from his long past of alcoholism. I just sort

If I look back on my life it is very different than it used to be. Middle School is 3 years of countless phases. One day you are a Mets fan another day you are a Yankees fan. One day all your friends play on Playstation and then they all buy an Xbox because it is the next cool thing to do. You just do not know what will be “in” next. When this is all over you can recap the good and the bad. We all have our good and bad times. but now all of us will be going to different schools next year. The crossroad has come for us what happens now cannot be changed. The next chapter in the book of my life has come and the introduction has been written.

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.

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.

I thought it would be the best years of my life. Everyone and I mean everyone said that said that it would be really hard. At first Middle School was really easy. I met some of the nicest people I will ever meet. I was in or at least I though I was in. I thought I was one of there friends. I though they were one of mine. I hate to say this I mean I really truly hate to say this but I was wrong. Super wrong. When I was told that it would be hard. I though by hard when they meant math would be hard. I was also wrong then to. I 'm starting to thing I 'm wrong a lot. I didn 't think they meant that friends and meeting new friends would be hard. Dealing with friend drama is really hard. Middle School isn 't just hard it 's impossible. Well almost impossible. Middle school has its ups and downs, well mostly downs if I 'm honest. As I was saying Middle School is hard I mean their is drama lots and lots of it. I mean their is

Student experiences can be evaluated in a variety of ways and attributed to the quality of educational systems. At different ages, students are better suited to different types of learning environments and teaching methods; however, the effectiveness of schools and teachers continuously influences all school-aged children. Throughout this analysis, I will focus primarily on my experience during my 6th grade year in middle school, including how my success was affected by the effectiveness of the school and my teachers throughout the year.

Looking back on my 8th grade year I wish I had known to be myself and not let the events in my life reduce me. Sadly, I had to live through some rough patches to be able to learn to be myself. My 8th grade year relates greatly to the song The Middle by Jimmy Eat World. I chose to break this song into three main categories, one about not giving up, another about how everyone is insecure in middle school and the last about discovering who I am and not caring what other people think. I was involved in lots of drama this year, a lot

When I was in middle school the only thing that was on my mind was High School. I began to glorify the idea of it. The possibility of becoming popular, going to parties, and having the time of my life swarmed my thoughts. Little did I know the stark reality of becoming a young adult. As my naive freshman self walked through the front doors, reality came hurdling towards me. I was terrified of the Seniors that seemed like they were celebrities, I forced myself to wear absurd amounts of makeup every day, and became obsessed with what was the latest gossip in fear of being behind on the hottest news. pretty soon, I became self conscience of absolutely everything that I did. I was constantly worrying over what others thought of me and of what

It’s my freshman year in high school, and I must admit, so far high school is even worse than middle school. Despite the fact that I have 1,675 more days to go to finally graduate, being bullied and named called is worse than eating my grandma’s Brussels’ sprout. After middle school, I had hopes that things would get better. I was always the laidback kid that had no friends. I’ve was always considered as the quaint and unusual guy who barely had friends. Despite all that, some days, I was both happy and sad; and I always tried figuring out how that could be. There were some days that it got really bad that I even had suicidal thoughts. I guess I was tired up of all the lonesomeness, the

Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.

Going into my middle school years I was so scared of what was to come. People would tell me stories of bullies and lots of homework, and the book “Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life” didn’t really help with my anxiousness. When August 18th, 2014 came around all the frightening tales people told me went away. My middle school years ended up being a time where I made new friends, went on amazing trips, and learned fascinating things. My trip to Spain was full of culture I had never experienced and my cruise was spectacular with sights of beaches and landmarks that were beautiful.

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."

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?”

Ever since I was in middle school I always felt different, always the one that somehow stood out but at the same time, i didn’t. The first two years of middle school were kind of hard not because of school but what I faced after school and how I dealt with it. It was every single day that I came home only to face more arguing, it just seemed like everyday something was going to bother my mom or dad. If it wasn’t me or my brothers it was them, my parents always found something to argue about. It was really hard for me because I already had a lot of responsibilities and the weight of school pressing me against the wall, I just wasn’t looking forward to going back home like most of my friends.