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
School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.
I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).
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?
I remember when it was time to go from being a 12 year old 6th grader, to a 12 year old middle schooler with a lot more responsibilities than I was used to having. I had to make sure all my homework was done on time (It took me awhile to get the idea of no late homework hammered into my head), asked for help when I needed it the teacher wasn’t going to help as much as the elementary teachers would do unless I asked, with asking for help was a lot harder than I thought it would be everyone was confused too, after awhile the teacher finally got tired of running around the room jumping from student to student, marched up to the front of the class and wrote on the board of how to do a certain assignment.
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
Middle school was the worst three years of my life. From getting bullied to getting suspended each year of middle school, I learned that it’s not that pleasing and not that great. I honestly would say that I strongly dislike it and would never go back and do it over again because it was boring as can be, too much bullying, and getting suspended. I have learned my lessons and thought about what I've done.
While growing up I only moved once from a quiet and tranquil apartment to a home near a train and friendly neighbors. The move wasn't that drastic due to me being young but I had to start school. School was very startling at first but as the days went on I became a bit more open. My family was a big help in that too because they talked to me about being myself and I shouldn't be shy when around strangers.
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
Middle school for me wasn’t that fun because the teachers seem boring. The reason I found it boring because all of my classes from 6th-8th weren’t all fun because I couldn’t listen to music.Sure I had my friends but the assignments were boring or as exciting.The only time I was excited for something was my 7th grade field trip because it was a day without school, we to Medieval Times, we ate, watch a show and not do work for the whole day.I guess my 8th grade field trip but it was at the end of the school year.the last three days of
My middle school experience was nothing short of the typical cringe-worthy school pictures, embarrassing fashion ensembles, feisty friendship fallouts, and awkward bodily changes. I nonetheless made the most of my three years in the “big kid wing” of Owensville Community School.
At the time I thought my life was ruined. I was convinced that my friends would move on without me and I’d be stuck in the curriculum that had given me more than my fair share of headaches. I failed my first year of middle school. When everyone was receiving their final report cards I waited anticipated with horror to receive mine. When I looked at the report card my worst fears had been realized. Not only was it apparent that I was being held back but the results were more devastating than I had previously imagined. The worst part of it all was having to face my parents when I got home.
My whole life, I’ve been terrified by two things. Pitbulls, and heights. My irrational fear of heights really Held me back in middle school. We had to do rock climbing.
Before I could even imagine me always a problem child. This is not because I liked making my parents mad it’s simply because I had a lot of energy and didn’t use it for nothing good. Plus the fact that some of my friends weren’t making it better for me to improve myself. As I got older I later got a glimpse of my future & it wasn’t something I was pleasant with. So in like my 8th grade year in middle school I finally did something positive with myself, so I signed up for the football team. Then when the season started I was slacking off in my academics only because I had my goals set so high on making it to the big leagues like the “N.F.L” I forgot all of the procedures it takes to get there & one major part of that is school.
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.
My last three years of middle school experience was very fun and I will never forget it. There were few things that came to mind when I thought about my CMS memories.