My Experience Of High School 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.

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.

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.

Some schools I attended in Virginia were Forrest Elementary and Hidenwood Elementary. Hines Middle school is the only middle school I went to. A couple of leadership experiences I have encountered in my community would be when I volunteered at Main Street Library and at my church this summer. At school in 6th grade I also were a mentor where I toured new students that came to Hines.

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.

When I started Middle School, I was nothing close to the social butterfly I am today. In fact for my entire first two years of middle school, I didn't have much of an identity. Or friends. I wasn't a part of any clique, or involved in any clubs. All I did was keep my mouth shut and blend in. I literally had no passions, no ideals, values, I just followed the crowd. But as my middle school experience went on, some drastic changes happened to me. And no, not puberty. Here is how it began.

I was finally beginning to make some friends and feel good about myself in my new school. I was starting to fit in with my StuCo class and I was having a good time. Id been looking forward to the color dance all week and when the day came I ended up getting a piece of the Pine Creek Disease that was going around. I was not feeling very well, but we were getting graded on our participation for StuCo and I couldn't miss the first dance of my high school career. Towards the beginning I was feeling poorly but after a little bit of socializing, filling color bottles with my friends, and having dance party before everybody else showed up, I began to feel a little bit better. The dance got started and we were all so excited to be the ones to squirt the color on the crowd:) The night began to fly by and I was having fun with my StuCo friends. Srta had to drag a couple kids off of each other's shoulders which we all thought was comical to watch. It started to get darker outside and we all started getting a little weary. Running around spraying people had gotten a bit dreary, so I went to the gym to fill up some bottles for a bit of a break. Srta told the bunch of us in the gym that if we saw any shady dancing going on, then we walk right through the people and tell them to stop. I kept that in mind if I were to run into a bit of that happening. I wasn't too worried about that though. I went back outside and meandered through the crowd to spritz some more color in the air.

This past year has been one of the worst years of my highschool experience; I know that your junior year is supposed to be challenging academically with the SAT’s and keeping good grades throughout the year, but for me it was more challenging socially than it was academically. It all began when December break was coming to an end and everyone was dreading that it was time to come back to school. I came back with a bitter attitude because I hadn’t heard from my best friend (A) all week, when we usually hang out at least once during vacation. To find out that she had befriended this girl again (B) that has been bullying her since the begining of highschool, that point forward. I knew this was going to go downhill fast and someone was going to get hurt and left behind because it happened every other time they became friends and it was usually A that got hurt, but not this time. Over the past three years I have learned quite quickly that when I am around B you keep your thoughts to yourself and stay out of her way. Sophomore year B brought another girl (C) into our so called “friend” group, we were all having fun until one day B and C decided to make up these lies about A and I stuck by her side knowing that they weren’t true. A couple weeks later she made lies about me since I stuck by A’s side and no one stayed by my side, but before the lies she made up she would bully me and no one would defend me. A would only defend me and say how awful B is if she wasn’t with us;

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.

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.

Freshman year finally came around and I reeked of excitement. I planned to take advanced classes and participate in the Prosper High School marching band, along with my best friends. We were eager to meet new people, but terrified to be the new freshman on campus. For most of us, our schedules coincided; we believed our teachers had a lot coming. However, the strict high school teachers prohibited talking, so my classes were quiet besides the popular kids, who could do whatever they pleased. I never fit in with the popular kids, but I could not figure out why. Over the years of attending Prosper schools, I convinced myself I did not fit in with the popular kids because I lacked the looks and money, which killed all the confidence I had.

I saw my mom just looking at me smiling. I walked up to her and started to cry, she hugged me so hard and told me she was so proud of the type of woman I grew up to be. Even more tears fell down my cheeks, my brother walked in and told me that the cars were packed and it was time to go. I gave my mom one last hug and got into the car. As we drove off I looked back at my house and realized now that my life as a Kutztown student really started right now, that this journey started so long ago and I’ve gotten so far.