My Experience : My Life In Middle School

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.

A time I faced a challenge was the beginning of the 7 th grade and my first year of actual middle school. I was not doing well the first few months of school and didn’t understand the work and I was shy and not open enough to talk to my new teachers. I would not understand the material presented in class and was not motivated. Towards the end of the first semester I was failing most of my classes and my highest grade was a C. I did not know what to do with my life I and with all the stress building up on me I didn’t know what to do . Until one day my mom wanted to do something about it and saw me challenging this action helped changed my life.

Middle school was a very big transition for me. I went from a class of 20 people to a class of 35 people and one classroom to six classrooms! At first I was very anxious because I had been in class with the same people continuously for most of my school life, and now I would barely see those people. Over the past two years of my middle school experience, I have lost friends, made better friends, learned more, matured, and became more independent. Middle school has taught me how to be independent. I had learned that I could not rely on my teacher to remind me that I need to turn in my work, that I needed to figure out my problems myself, and that I needed to ask for help if I need it. I am very grateful that middle school has taught me all

This narrative is about my years of middle school. I look back on my kindergarten days and wonder why I didn't care if I had many friends, why I didn't care what everyone thought of me. in my first school years of elementary school, I remember instead of playing on the grass the teachers only let us children under 3rd-grade play on the concrete blacktop whereas everyone else gets to play on the grass field. if I get hit in the stomach nowadays and land on this asphalt paved concrete I try to play it off like nothing ever happened, when inside I’m screaming. I try my hardest not to let out even the faintest of grunts because of what other people will think, while my mind is fighting against me to just let it out, of course this is unlike me when I was younger, because at that age either I was too busy focusing on anything and I would just bounce back up or because I didn't care what people thought of me and I let everything out without hesitation.

I began 8th grade year with a different mindset and mood than all my previous years at school. It was my last year of middle school. This period of time would never come back, and I had to make the best use of it. There would be no more time left to chill with friends, or any time to relax after this year.

When I started Middle School, everything started to change. I felt older and I felt like I had ten times more responsibilities than I did in Intermediate school. The people who I was close with a year or two ago were now just acquaintances, they were just people I smiled at in the hallway. I was still close to my basketball friends because we were still traveling all the time, I think I got tired of seeing the same people all the time, so I found some new friends. Seventh grade for me wasn’t the best, I don’t remember having a best friend, but I do remember having a lot of closer friends in my classes. I was a very sheltered kid I remember being so confused because Middle School was when everyone started dating. I had never thought about dating anyone but my best friend, Gracie, always talked about boy drama, and everything that didn’t really mean a lot to me. Starting in 8th grade, Gracie and I would hang out all the time, we would go

As I was being born the doctors at Truman Medical Center Lakewood told my Mom to wait a few hours so I could be a New Year’s baby. Through pre-evident stubbornness, I was born at 7:24 p.m. that night on New Year's Eve. My biological father wasn’t there to witness my birth, in fact,, six months later he left and never came back. Luckily, the persistance I inherited has allowed me to overcome his absence, living in a low income household, and being different.

When I was in middle school I started slowly throughout my school years and was never caught up with anything. In Middle school I was like a boat without a paddle in the open sea, you could choose to swim, not knowing if you would survive or if you will make it to shore. But it’s better than just sitting in a floating boat in the middle of nowhere. Now that I’m in high school, I realized that I had to change the way I do things differently from middle school. I took the chance and dived into the roaring sea and took a chance. Having to keep pushing through the water was like me pushing on in high school and getting work done. If I don't keep pushing on through the roaring sea it would end badly. I realized that I have to keep pushing on and

Can you imagine moving from a city with almost anything accessible at any time to a town with just 1 Walmart? Well this basically happened to me in 2013. My family and I moved to Beatrice from Omaha. We moved because my dad got a job as a manager at El Canelo. Although when it opened people referred to it as “the new mexican place”.

During middle school I went through an awkward stage in my life, I was trying to figure out who I was or who I could be. Middle school was a huge a part of my life with discovering being unique is in fact not a negative thing, weather its fashion, taste in music or personality. During middle school my fashion was influenced by gothic culture. I would wear band t-shirts shirts and black trip pants with chains and countless amount of zippers on them. I would often wear wigs daily to be able to have my hair match the color of clothing I choose to wear that day. to be able to different wigs that would match my outfit that day. In the hallways I would blast heavy metal and rock music. My favorite bands included Bullet for my Valentine, Green

My middle school experience was relatively nice. I made a lot of friends and one of my friends I made then is actually my best friend now. I was quite popular and I was even friends with some of my favorite teachers. I remember getting my first cell phone for receiving good grades and going out to eat with my friends for the first time. Though it was nice, I also remember understanding that everyone was not genuinely nice. My middle school was very cliquey and whenever there was a misunderstanding, we would “confront” others about it. In other words, people would call others out on why they did not like them. I was confronted once by people who I thought were my friends, all over a guy I had no interest in. I also confronted others for no concrete reason.

As a young black girl in a predominantly white neighborhood and elementary school, I was content. When I entered middle school I was not accepted. The other black students didn’t understand why I had white friends. I became extremely depressed and anxious, thinking there was something wrong with me. In my core classes, I was not harassed, however, in my elective classes and lunch that was not the case. PE, band, and lunch were always a struggle for me. I could not get away from their constant and consistent taunting.

Other’s see the empty hallways, staircases, sport fields and classrooms as a time to replay the good times with their friends laughing, being stupid or sometimes sadness. What I relive are the memories of my classmates laughing at my attire, crushes humiliating and degrading me or even using my intelligence for their own personal gain. High school was like my middle school experience; just older and matured people who knew how to make bullying unnoticeable. I felt like:

Up until I was in middle school I was an extrovert. I talked a lot and had many friends. My singing talent was defiantly not hidden. I sang everywhere all the time. Eventually, I was asked to sing in front of the school many times. I never remember being nervous or fearing people’s judgment. The only time I was afraid to sing was once when I was sick and I was scared to not be able to perform at my very best. No one’s judgment back then could prevent me from doing anything I set my mind to.

Here I sit in composition class, finally in my senior year. Many things have changed from when I first entered high school to the present—and I’m not just talking about my chest size. My friends, job, school experience and love life have all, thankfully, taken a turn for the better.