My Experience In Middle School

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, we’d head to the locker room and get ready for Physical Education. I was always the last one to get dressed. Not because I was slow, but because I didn’t want the other kids to see me take off my shirt. I was scared of potential humiliation. So,

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

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.

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.

One of the hardest and most influential days of my life was when I started middle school. It was my first time switching schools in six years and I wasn’t sure I was ready to. Some of my friends had known me for those six years and some even more. I had all sorts of questions running through my head on the day of the orientation. Like, what if I don’t fit in or what if I get lost on my first day? All of these questions disappeared when I stepped into what would soon be my new school.

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.

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, who I wasn’t exactly thrilled to had made the acquaintance of. We were all significantly different from one another, coming from different walks of life and had different hearts. However, the four of them had one thing in common-- they loved making me feel horrible. I remember being the pushover friend who let everybody else walk all over me because I did not have the heart to say “no”. I remember letting them and everyone else call me “stupid” and didn’t involve me in any of their conversations and because of that, they let me think that my opinions weren’t valid. They used to hide my belongings when I was looking the other way and had a good laugh whenever I got upset about it. But they still referred to me as their “best friend” and let me sit with them at the lunch table, so I was okay with it. After all, all I ever wanted was to be apart of something.

I woke up with a scream, with my father next to me. I find myself with beads of tears dripping down my face. My father and mother asked me, “what happened?” Such nights were not uncommon throughout my time in middle school.

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."

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.

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.

My middle school years were a blur. I had a few friends that I was close and did not associate with others. I felt extremely left out and down on myself. I did not understand how other girls could be so fun and outgoing. I would have done anything to fit in, but I did not have it in me. By the time eighth grade came around, I was started to work on my confidence. In our English class, we were performing Romeo and Juliet. I decided to push my comfort zone and ask to play the role of Juliet. I don’t know how in the world I ever performed in front of all of those people, but I loved it. I had quit gymnastics when I was 13 years old. I was tired of the constant training and missing out on growing up. At this time I was nearing the end of middle school.. I was able to start to focus on peer groups and interests other than gymnastics. I started to play field hockey, where I made many new friends that went to my school. This helped to carry over into high school as I already had friends that were going to be on my sports team.

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.