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. The door creaks open, “Katie?” says the nurse. During my time in Middle School, I attended the youth group at the United Methodist Church, or UMYF. Each year we regularly participated in fundraisers, normally they would take place at the church or alternative locations. We fundraised to go on trips; we would constantly end up with leftover funds. With the leftovers we decided as a group to put the money towards an end of the year gathering. This specific year we came to an agreement to have an all-nighter at the YMCA in Garden City. The night prior to the all-nighter I could only imagine how enjoyable this experience was going to be, especially considering I would be with all of my companions. I excitingly packed all of the supplies that were necessary. The next morning I awoke, prepared my belongings, and my mother drove me to the church. All of my friends and myself gathered around a van. We patiently waited for one of our leaders to unlock the car so we could load our bags and cram ourselves inside. Afterwards, once everyone had arrived, we left Scott City, heading towards Garden City. Neither my friends nor I had ever been to the YMCA. Once we reached our destination, we unlocked the door to
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 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.
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.
Being in middle school is a dreadful place to be, almost all students will acknowledge that this statement has truth behind it. My middle school was a long two-story building that had mirrored halls on its floors, save for the gym, cafeteria, and front office, which were all found on the bottom floor. There were even colored tiles on the floor that indicated the walking paths from one class to the next. Now the experience I had in middle school wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, but it could have been worse. Sixth grade year I was separated from my friends I had in elementary school but I made some really fantastic ones that I still have today. However, in seventh grade I was located in a different block of classes from my friends entirely and the only time I saw them was during band class. Little did I know I was going to meet a person that would change my life forever.
(Hook) “English teachers put more thought into a novel than the actual author did” (Teenager Post #4155). English is a subject that is difficult, and usually, it ends up being detailed and a lot of work because of the way teachers push their students. (Controlling Idea) When entering into high school, I was signed up to take the class Honors English Nine, which turned out to be a stressful experience because of the this in depth work. (GS1) In high school honors courses, I as Freshmen was faced with academic difficulty in some classes that I didn’t experience in middle school. (GS2) Eventually, more fun came with the more advanced classes while in school. (GS3) While in the honors classes, I as a student absorbed a lot of material and lessons from our teachers who pushed us. (THESIS) Throughout Mrs. Oles’s Honors English Nine, I experienced a range of (I) difficulties through her honors-level class, (II) balanced out by carefree fun, (III) and ultimately many learning experiences.
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?”
It was the beginning of 6th grade, I’m pretty sure any kid would be excited for the start of the new school year; especially going into middle school. You feel a sense of maturity, even though you may not be. You seem to walk into a new world with kids who are a couple years older than you, and you try so hard to fit in. This was quite different for me, my years of middle school were probably the hardest years of my life.
Middle school: a time of change, new beginnings, and more friends. Switching from the grade school to the middle school came with more responsibilities. I now had to ride the bus to and from school, instead of my parents taking me everyday. Going to the middle school also meant having to change classes. We would not be stuck in the same room all day anymore. This made me nervous that I was not going to be able to find my class, or I was not going to make it on time.
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.
When I spot palm trees appearing as I’m coming down south from the north, that’s when I know I’m in the Rio Grande Valley. The sight of the palm trees reassuring me that I’m close to home. Weslaco, Texas is a town close to the border that separates the United States and Mexico. The region where people fill the air with the Spanish language. The schools that I’ve attended from the Weslaco Independent School District has provided me great lessons academically and in the real world. Throughout my elementary, middle, and high school years, I've learned the importance of becoming successful.
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.
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.
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."