Middle School Experience Essay

As a child, I never worried about grades since I never really had any competition. Most of the time I was always in the top 5 without any trouble. Then that changed when I entered middle school.

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.

Middle School can be described in many words and many people have different opinions about it. There are also many memorable experiences at the Middle School too. The most memorable experience I had at the middle school was When I was in 5th grade and everyone had to show the 4th graders what the Middle School was like. Even though I had many exciting, Fun, bad, or just hilarious experiences this one is the most memorable.

Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.

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.

My experience as a eighth grader at the Middle School was good. The skills and knowledge that will help me as a freshman at the high school would be to complete assignments when due, advocate for myself, and try to acommplish getting good grades, and at last staying organized. I am looking forward to strive for good grades, and being successful throughout the school year. Towards the end of my eighth grade year, towards March and April I learned about my upcoming freshman year. A group of Scarborough High School students came to the Scarborough Middle School cafeteria and told eighth graders what its like in Highschool and how to be successful as a Highschool student. Some things they talked about were core classes, programs of studies, study

Middle school was just the beginning for me. When I came into the middle school, I thought I wasn’t going to survive but later on I realized it wasn’t terrible at all. I've made some great memories and the best one’s were here. Fifth grade was the start for me, sixth and seventh grade shaped my personality, and eighth grade made me come into contact with myself.

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.

During my eighth grade year in middle school I had one of the magnificent teachers ever, Mr. Gendron. He's was my Avid and a math teacher. He would also teach everyone what was right and wrong. Teaching everyone what they can do to succeed, asking if they needed someone to talk to, he was as a counselor to me. Whenever he would see someone changing their way to be he would know something was going on, it was as he had superpowers. He believed that we could work hard enough to succeed. He had hope on us whatsoever. Failing wasn't an option for us, he would try his best to make us understand the lesson. Making us learn each problem step-by-step. Many significant memories in my eighth grade year, but the special ones are with Mr.

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.

Middle School is a time in adolescent’s lives where their physical, and equally important social development, is at a delicate and crucial point. For those who inherit socially favorable genes, certain aspects of life become easy, and those individuals can go through life rather nonchalantly. However, the life of a pre-teenager and a young teenager is difficult when you’re only as tall as other kid’s sternums and weigh less than the book stuffed backpack you lug around all day.

Middle school was like the beginning to something amazing. New teachers, new friends, new sights to see, but it in my case not everything went as expected. I grew in a poverty stricken family with no academic background nor motivation. Private school to me was meant for the smart and the wealthy, so sadly I was already crafting the thought that I was not good enough yet would do whatever it took to get to high school. About 5th grade in 2006, a nun told us to draw something that represented who we were and what we liked. Drawing was a great deal for me, I absolutely loved to conjure up creative thins whether in drawing or in writing. However, the nun didn’t seem pleased by the small skulls I drew on my illustration and proceeded to crumple

I was enrolled in a band class in Rochelle middle school in the eighth grade. It was somewhat in the middle of the year when the elementary students came to visit and get a tour of our school for most of the day. The whole day I saw fifth graders walking up and down the hall with their teachers, peering into the classrooms. Naturally, I was excited to see the new kids exploring my middle school and wanted to impress them with my senior title, which I did. I conversed with some of the kids on my way to different classes and tried to ease them into the idea of going to school here. When the bell rung for band class, all of the band and drama students had to report to the auditorium to give the kids a performance. After all of the performances

I remember walking through the halls the first few days of middle school feeling the different vibes that the students were giving off. It was definitely not the positive energy I was used to, but instead a negative sensation. I felt like I was the only student trying to do what was right. I knew I did not belong in that school as soon as I heard a certain degrading comment from one of my classmates. The girls were constantly getting remarks made about them, but this one made me cringe a little more than usual. The comments never bothered the other girls as much, but they made me just want to cry. The teachers would never say anything to the boys and would let them get away with it. When students were not making derogatory comments, they were

This has been my reality for 13 years. I have always been “that kid” who sat at the lunch table alone because I lacked friends.All the other kids boast about how great the school is and how enjoyable middle school is. However, I beg to differ. I have fallen behind in my academics, failing every single class I am enrolled in. I am even failing gym. Gym? Who fails gym is right? I don’t show up because it puts me in a position to be bullied. I often sit in the bathroom during that period thinking. I would always ask myself why. Why did I have to be the loner in the school? Why couldn’t my parent afford the clothes everyone else is wearing? Why couldn’t girls be attracted to me? This angered me; I was angry at the world. I even contemplated suicide