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

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.

All during Elementary School I couldn 't wait 'till Middle School no more taddle tails. A different teacher every day, No more cranky teacher for the whole day. Yeah! The best part about it is that there will be air conditioning. I know that sounds really weird but at my old school there was no air conditioning so at the end of the school year the rooms would get super hot and none of the teachers would want to turn on the fans because they were loud and the students would get really distracted. I know that sounds crazy.

None of my friends from the past were in my classes; hence, I was not able to turn to them for support. I would walk alone in the halls which gave three boys the opportunity to talk to me. In the beginning of the school year, the boys would form an unpretentious dialect with me on occasions. By the end of the first marking period, marching band and color guard ended and the three boys began to hector me daily about my interests. I tried opening up to a few of the girls in my class, but I quickly realized they were not truthfully my friends. I believed that talking to them about the three boys would help me, but they did not seem to understand or care. This caused me to become more insecure. By the middle of the second marking period, I would barely talk to anyone. The bullying grew excessive, which led me into a severely depressed state. The situation made me question my worth and made me feel there was no one who could help. I refused to confide in anyone about what I was going through. The boys’ torture increased as they commented about my physical appearance. Those comments caused havoc in my mind, and caused my self-esteem to continue decreasing. Finally, when the second marking period came to an end, winter color guard started. After a few short weeks, my color guard instructor, Mrs. Annette, noticed a change in my behavior and then gave me advice on how to handle the situation. I did not take advice

Three years ago I was in seventh grade at Greendale Middle School. I had a significant amount of friends, but not all of them treated me with kindness. Margaret, Makenzie, Jennifer, Alyssa, Autumn , and Shelby were all considered my close friends. Even in third grade Margaret and Mackenzie were known as the popular girls in our school; soon after I moved to Cincinnati I found out that they were not very welcoming.

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.

I was in middle school which was 5th to 8th grade, I had multiple adjective to describe my experience in middle school. While in Middle School, it was a struggle which has stayed as an adult. For I am always looking at myself seeing all the flaws in my features, in addition when family members and/or friends state my beauty features, I will brushed them off by stating the negative. Until recently, I was able to overcome my inability of reading in public and/or to my peers. As my cousin passed away tragically, his mother (my Aunt) asked me to read his poem to her and a group of about 50 strangers. She knew my fear of public speaking, but she also know my dream of becoming a teacher and me starting to be a substitute teacher. Therefore, she knew I had to overcome the fear of speaking. I was extremely happy 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.

When I was 14 I changed schools. I went from a massive middle school to a high school that had less than 300 people. These 300 kids all grew up together. They went from kindergarten, to middle school to high school together. They all played sports together, went to church together and developed long lasting friendships. Growing up I had bad taste in friends. I have no siblings so I’m a fairly shy individual, so when it came to choosing friends I gravitated towards the more popular kids who everybody envied and wanted to be friends with. The friends I had in elementary school weren’t very nice. While I was friends with them they still picked on me like they did to everyone else. The difference with me was that I thought, “Well we’re friends

Being in a new town going into a middle school for the first time was terrifying. While I was familiar with the town, it had been years since I had lived there, 7 years in fact. In my new school they only people I knew were my sister, who was in the same grade as me, and my older brother who was in 8th grade, a grade above me. After a few months, I was told that I was a cry baby, that I was too weak, that I was dumb, and that I was tiny. I hated these phrases. They made me feel like nothing and they came not only from my classmates but my sister too. While my sister was kind to me, she was also mean.

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 our morning donuts from Casey’s General Store. We would discuss how excited I am about learning my times tables; I was the second fastest in the class. I knew I could get faster, I just had to work harder and master the multiples of nine. I did not know it at the time, but being faster was going to be a goal of mine for the rest of my life.

In the waiting room of a hospital, anxiously awaiting for my results. Sitting in wonder, questioning if I will be immeasurably miserable for the next few weeks. It was the end of my seventh grade year and I unquestionably did not want to start my summer in this particular way.

Middle school changes lives, it’s as simple as that. It changes everything that you know about yourself and your abilities, and turns it upside down. When you walk through the doors on your first day of school, you are confident and ready for everything to come, but by the last day of eighth grade, you are exhausted, almost as if the school itself sucked the life right out of you. And yet, you have new friends, amazing teachers, and new interests that you had never even given a second thought before middle school. I myself have had many experiences in the middle school, good and bad.

It all commenced my fifth grade year, not even on the morning bus five minutes. I was the first stop with about an hour-long bus ride. The next stop was a high-school boy who apparently I was neighbors with but never knew well. Two stops later, we were picking up one of his buddies with them laughing and joking around at the very back of the bus. It’s an unspoken rule that all the younger kids sit towards the front and high school students get the back. Me, being the smart fifth-grader I was, decided it was a good idea to sit in the back. At first it wasn’t bad, them talking while I was listening to music, but then it changed when they realized I was a fifth-grader. They treated me like a hindrance, which I did not appreciate. I don’t like giving up so I pretended not to hear what they said and continued to sit there. The afternoon bus was the same story all over again, except with more mean high schoolers. It was inconceivable to me as to why the younger kids had to sit in the front while the older

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 things, playing “Therapy” over and over again, and watching my friends vanish right before my eyes. The people I grew to trust simply threw it back in my face. At that point I felt as though I was worth nothing. September second was death day, and I do mean that literally. I remember being indifferent to the confrontation, apathetic towards my dad’s worried concerns, and being completely numb throughout that entire day. Ironically enough it was one of my acquaintance’s birthday that day, and I spent it trying to murder myself. Wonderful.