Obstacles : The Personal Experience In Middle School

Before the first grade, we moved around a few times before ending up here in Sylvania. As a child, both my parents worked full time jobs and I was always at after school day cares or at my grandparents houses, never really got to spend a lot of time with friends or was able to socialize with many people. So growing up most of my time was spent with my brother and I thought nothing of it. As I grew up I began to realize that I had become stuck in some bad habits. My brother and I weren't asked to help around the house much but when we were we never listened. But to my surprise there were no consequences for our disobedience. At the time I thought I had it good. Around the time I got too middle school I began to realize the problem. I began

So, you want to know how to survive middle school? Well I can help you. Being a middle school student, you pick up a couple tricks along the way. Then sometimes you can even find or hear tips, now a lot of the tips and tricks usually come from a teacher, but you will discover some on your own that will make Middle School a bit easier. Throughout my time as a middle school student, I have definitely found so many tips and tricks. Now some tips and tricks are just plain sense, but you don’t always utilize these tips.

I was about to face my greatest challenge in my new life. How to fit in with people in middle school. Arriving in America was already hard to adjust, what more can it be with my school life. It was in August when my school started. I was already nervous, and I haven’t even step foot from this mysterious school that I’m about to spend 2 years of my life.

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,

“You are not good enough.” Those are five words; no child or adult ever wants to hear or tell themselves. On the other hand, life will always be filled with occasions like these where we believe life plainly just sucks; where people, including ourselves, will believe we are so worthless, insignificant, and dim-witted that we are incapable of achieving something grand. In fact, no matter how much we deny it, these are the experiences that will always stick with us and affect us in one way, big or small. Yet, the thing many of us fail to discover is that the best opportunities come from these moments where proving we are capable of something is most vital. Thus, I have gone through many obstacles in elementary school that I am proud of because it has carved the successful and fortunate person I am today in school and life.

From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?

Once again I found myself at the bottom of the food chain entering 5th grade. I had just moved back to Eureka as my mom realized she wanted to be closer to family, and I remember how scared I was. I came in the middle of the school year yet again, so there I sat in the library as I waited for my teacher to come grab me. I remember seeing familiar faces from the prior year pass by me on their way to first hour. I waited patiently, still no teacher had come to claim me for their homeroom. I realized I had been forgotten. What a great way to start off the new year... not. Finally a teacher came and got me and laughed about the fact that I was forgotten, which I failed to find as funny as she did but oh well. Looking around my homeroom I anticipated seeing all the same faces, quickly I noticed that there were A LOT of new faces,

As I went through 1-9 grade school I finally found grit. Going to St. Mary’s during 1-6 grade school getting up at 6:30 every morning just wanting to hit the snooze button so I could get that extra hour of sleep in. After getting ready for school, I would get on the bus, three stops later we would pick up these annoying foster kids that gave me a headache every day because they would shut their mouths that I would have to push through school with. Then building up all the energy sitting in 1-2 classrooms the whole day waiting for recess so I could let it all out. Since I pushed through those challenges, I was able to move on to middle school. During my two years of middle school three out of the five days of school, I would get up at 5:30 and

When I hear the word “survival”, I think of someone who has made it through the impossible or conquered a near death experience; but that isn't all that it means. According to the the Merriam Webster dictionary, “A survivor is a person who copes well with difficulties in their life.” Moving from elementary school to middle school taught me many new characteristics such as how to be more independent, responsible, and more open to changes.

I am writing because I have some advice I would like to offer you based on my own experience. I’m writing this letter to help you get prepared for middle school and survive middle school. There are three ways you're going to survive middle school.

With the end of middle school in sight, I have done lots and lots of thinking. I have been thinking about how I got her . I don’t think I would be here today without my grandma. Now, that might seem funny, but it’s true. She was there for me. Whether it was when we were together, or calling me to make sure I was okay after I had a hard day. Unlike some of the people around me she saw me as a kid who just made a mistake when I got suspended. While others saw me as a kid who was only going to fail. She made me feel better about myself during the times that I really didn’t. My middle school teachers also helped me through middle school Mr. Genco taught me that school was a fun place to be at. He taught me that it wasn’t stupid rather an enjoyable

I worked at Fairview gardens in Sauk Rapids until they closed for the year and i will continue working there after school ends. Fairview Gardens is a floral nursery and at my time working there I learned allot about plants and enjoy gardening during some of my freetime. Something interesting about me is that i'm a vegetarian, i've been a vegetarian for half a year now. I also enjoy volunteering at the saint cloud hospital during summers. Working there taught me how to be mindful of others, good work ethic and many more.

During my teenage years, I was extremely indecisive in the career I wanted to pursue and if I could even successfully complete middle school and high school. I was constantly surrounded by students who were not enthusiastic about academic performance and I did the minimum effort to get through the academic week. Education was my least priority.

An obstacle that I have encountered throughout my lifetime, specifically my time in high school, has been pushing myself to be the very best. Even though I feel as though I am very self-motivated, it takes a great deal of effort to actually execute the things that I have been given. For example, we all know how hard it is to avoid procrastination, during high school if you were to ask any one I knew, I would always have my work completed before the deadline. Some may call it overachieving, but when I get a load of work that needs to be completed, I like to get it done immediately or I feel like I have too much on my plate and I’m unable to handle all of it.

In middle school, you experience many changes. You will or may have had to get used to seven classes, seven teachers, seven subjects, and seven times more classmates you interact with up until you graduate high school. Growing up in a very sheltered environment made me different from majority of my peers in middle school. My mother always taught me to be ambitious and live on my own terms. In all of my five years of elementary school I was carefree and never insecure, until my big transition into middle school which changed my personality and views of myself.