The Most Memorable Memories Of My Middle School 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,

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

As a small child, one grows attached to an inanimate object at least once regardless of what the object may be. Ranging from a variety of objects, such as a blanket even up to a small car, these possessions we possess as a child do have some sort of factor in defining and communicating what you believe your identity to be but only up to a certain point in life. In Dr. Christian Jarrett’s article, “ The Psychology of Stuff and Things”, Jarrett explains to us how one's relationships with objects help determine what our identity will shape into but this opinion could be debated upon based off of one’s personal life, as we all have lived different situations in life in where we went to an inanimate object for comfort.

book after book. All titled Middle school, the worst years of my life, how I survived middle school, middle school get me out of here,and the list goes on . As I was nearing the end of fifth grade, I started seriously thinking about how middle school would be and got worried after hearing of so many stories of people's terrible middle school years. However, I have to admit it really hasn’t been all that bad these last three years and in fact, middle school may have been my favorite, compared to elementary school. With more freedom, more people, more homework, more activities, more teachers, more fun classes, more excitement, more everything quite frankly, I have been able to have . I am sure a lot of us have fun throughout these middle school while learning more about yourselves and the people around us each year. I am sure many of us have been able to say for sure that we have had many experiences that can prepare us for the future.

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.

When I was younger I was a very picky eater, so the only thing I would ever eat at Chick-Fli-A was the chicken nuggets. When I got a little older, I would stay with an older couple when my dad wasn’t at the house and I would have super with them. That made me try new foods that I would normally never try. As I got

To my recollection, second grade was the actual start to my educational career. In my memory, second grade was the beginning of independent bus rides and of course, the dreaded spelling tests.

Everyone has a favorite school year and mine happens to be sixth grade. I had some of the best teachers, classes, and friends. I remember being extremely nervous to start sixth grade, I wanted to stay at Boone Elementary with recess and no changing classes. I was as nervous as a mouse. I thought there were going to be millions of new students from different schools.Turns out I loved sixth grade more than any grades before. The first day of school my parents took me to school and I didn’t want to get out of the silver car. Not knowing that I would have the best time at Troy Middle School.

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.

I was a very, very, very picky eater throughout my childhood. If there was a dish I didn’t

Individual family tastes worked out so that I always got a drumstick. Finally, one Thanksgiving when my sister and I were just starting high school, my parents were entertaining close family friends, which finally meant Turkey on Thanksgiving. My dad saved a drumstick for me, the size of the leg was impressive and I expected it to taste like chicken. Wrong! The strong taste of dark meat turkey surprised me; fortunately and unusually, I was permitted to switch to turkey breast. This began a lifelong dichotomy of loving dark meat chicken and white meat turkey.

When a little kid gets a teddy bear, a toy train or a doll from a special time or a special someone, it can become a part of them. Some kids carry a teddy bear or doll until it is falling apart and missing eyes, but no matter what it looks like to others, it’s still beautiful to them. I have things that are important to me, because my Grandfather that passed away gave them to me. These are things that I keep as a memory and no matter how old they get or how old I get, they are always going to be special to me.

As children, food is just something that makes someone feel better when they are hungry. Sometimes there are special types of food that satisfy children more than others, but usually the only thing that matters is that they have something to curve their hunger; they do not realize that the experience of food impacts who they become as adults. Throughout childhood, food teaches children their culture and “the ways of the past,” as stated by Jessica B. Harris, in an excerpt from her book Gastropolis. The memories and stories from around the dinner table, as a child, are carried throughout life and forms who the consumers are as adults. For example, Jessica Harris shared a story in her excerpt about her first and only “whipping”. She explained

The night before Easter I couldn’t sleep knowing what a great day it going to be with delicious food. I had a dream of all the great food we were going to bar-b-que with sides and desserts. My dad and I woke up early Easter Sunday to get everything ready and I knew it was going to be perfect. We started bar-b-queing and I just love the way it smells when I just barely put it on the bar-b-que pit. Especially after the meat cooks for a while, and I open the lid and a white cloud of smoke emerges into my face like when a car burns out and I just inhale then exhale the aroma of the meat. My family and I love to bar-b-que for Easter, so we invite our friends and family to come to our house to have fun and to have a memorable time. My dad, my

As a food lover and adventurous eater, I've certainly eaten so many kinds of food from many countries around the world. And I have a lot of good and bad moments related to food. However, when you ask me about the most memorable meal that I have eaten in my life, perhaps the first thing that appears in my mind is my daddy’s soup.