My Experience In Middle School

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

As I have grown up, I have been extremely lucky to grow up in a well rounded household with privileges that many students are not able to experience. From a young age I was enrolled in a private school and then moved to a public school program in a nice neighborhood with an impressive school system. I was able to enroll in club sports and be a part of anything my heart desired. My parents were both able to receive a college degree and go straight into the workforce with little debt from their college educations. I have been able to have dogs, fish, and a cat throughout my childhood, never realizing how much of a privilege that was until I began to grow older and meet people who had grown up in very different situations. Waking up christmas morning to see stockings filled and presents piled high, everything I had asked for and more. I've been able to travel all over the world and experience things that some people can only dream about. However, once I came to high school, I joined the Academy for Global Studies, which is a program that focuses on the global aspects, and has helped me to become more aware of the people around me and not focus

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.

When I was 10, my uncle said: “you could do anything you want in your life, you just have to be willing to work hard enough to get it.” Of course, when I was 10, I wasn’t thinking about my career, rather, I was more interested in other things like toys, friends, and the food I was going to eat the next morning. So, I didn’t think too much of it. Life was great. The start of middle school marked a time in my life of when I had to be more responsible, and my parents had higher expectations of me. My seventh-grade teachers gave out more homework than I used to in elementary school. My first scent of reality came as a form of anxiety; an unwanted smell that wouldn’t go away. Middle school was that year where I became more self-aware of myself and my surroundings. Being more self-aware allowed me to reflect on deeper thoughts about school, family, and life goals. I recall sitting on the bleachers completely exhausted from the agonizing mile run that our teachers made us do and I sat under a small area of shade cast by the announcer room, my friend asked me what I

The day I left home for the first time to start Junior High was a bright day, brimming with hope and optimism. I’d always done well at school, so expectations for me were high, and I had gleefully set foot into a new chapter of student life, relationships and experiences. Now appearances, of course, can be deceptive, and to an extent, this spirited and energetic persona of mine had only been a veneer, although a very convincing one. The truth is underneath of it all, I was deeply unhappy, insecure and fundamentally frightened-- frightened of other people, of the future, of failure, and of the emptiness that I felt was within me. Despite all of this, I was very skilled at hiding it, and from the outside I appeared to be someone with everything to hope for and aspire to. This fantasy of invulnerability was so complete that I had even deceived myself, and by the end of the first year, no one could’ve predicted what was about to happen.

I spent most of my elementary at what I think is an old run down school called Greeley Grade. I loved going to school there because the classes were small and everyone knew everyone which could be bad at times. I enjoyed all the teachers and staff members because they cared so much about each and every person. One thing I loved the most about being a small school is that I felt like I was able to learn more and be more myself than I have ever been. I also like that the teachers could have more time to spend with you to make sure you know what you need to. Everyone there respected each other and helped everyone out. At the high school we have a teacher for every specific job, a para that goes certain places, and nobody goes to another class to help any other teacher out. At Greeley Grade that is what we did, helped each other out. We had a cook that was also a para that worked with students, teachers helped other kids with work for anything, and everyone knew we could rely on each other for everything. I felt more like I was home and welcomed more at Greeley and maybe that is just because I was there for so long. I am not saying that Greeley was the perfect school but I definitely liked it there. It is an easier transition from elementary school to the high school if you went to an elementary school with fifty or so kids in your class, but it is difficult when you go from fifty kids in your whole school to fifty kids just in your grade. My sixth grade year I did decide to go

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.

It all started in middle school I got suspended a lot of times for arguing with my teachers. I would argue with my teacher about the smallest things such as talking while they were talking. It made me feel like they never understood why I talked all the time. I always tried to solve problems and most teachers didn’t agree. One time I disrespected my teacher and as a result I got sent to the principal’s office. Walking to the principal office I thought about how close my principal and I were. The walked seemed extra long because I would look back to see the small narrow hallway behind me. My principal understood me and always listened to what I had to say. Even though we were close I never wanted to face the consequences he gave me.

Way back in June of 2005 I graduated from Lynbrook High School in San Jose, CA and like everyone at that age, I was looking at my future not sure what I wanted to do. I was considering attending college or a tech school only because that was what everyone was expecting me to do. I was not so eager, I watched my older brother attend college and he was having a hard time of it. He was either living at home commuting an hour and a half each way, or he lived in a small studio apartment and worked 30 hours a week to pay his bills. My brother was constantly tired from a busy school schedule or he was broke because he had to live on a strict budget. He was always struggling with his assignments because of how much he worked and a constant dread of the tens of thousands of dollars in student loans he was racking up to pay his tuition. College was their but I wanted a little more I wanted to know what else there was instead of another four years of school.