Narrative Essay On Middle School Life

“Stop being such a child!” A regular phrase that I heard when growing up through middle school. Whether they were kidding around or not, it really attacked me psychologically. As such, I was bullied for not being as mature as the other children around me. I really didn’t understand what the harm was with what I was doing. All that I simply did was continue to watch cartoons, draw, read comics, and other things that were apparently too kiddish to continue doing in middle school. It seemed in that time, people our age were pressured to act their age plus more. This left me alone most of the time, as I choose to do the opposite. I continued almost everything I did while I was in elementary school. Though the social knockback was tough, as being

Being a teen in Middle School can be tough. Constantly checking our phones, Updating our status to “In a Relationship” to be cool. The constant fear someone may be spreading rumors behind your back, and the frightening reality of hiding your true identity to fit into a world that might not always accept you. But I think it’s time to share those fears with world. And find out what it would really like to be a teen in 2015.

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.

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?

Middle school was a lot of fun for me, I met a lot of new people and lots of new girls. It was also kinda tough in the beginning with switching classes and things and having so many different teachers and lots of homework from different classes and having to remember the room numbers of each class but eventually I got used to everything.

One of the hardest and most influential days of my life was when I started middle school. It was my first time switching schools in six years and I wasn’t sure I was ready to. Some of my friends had known me for those six years and some even more. I had all sorts of questions running through my head on the day of the orientation. Like, what if I don’t fit in or what if I get lost on my first day? All of these questions disappeared when I stepped into what would soon be my new school.

Middle school. The scariest place imaginable, at least for me. It’s my first time in a public school, all my life I have gone to California School for the deaf. I don’t know what everyone is going to think about me, i’m so scared but my mom tells me it’ll be good for me to experience the “real world”. It’s only me and my mom, my dad died when I was 6, he was in the marines. But it’s my first day of school and i’m really freaking out. But at least I will have my friend Emma, she lives one house away from me and were best friends. She’s not deaf, so at first it was hard for us to become friends. But one day she looked up on the internet how to say “Hi i’m Emma, let’s be friends” in sign language, and now we’re inseparable.

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

On a Monday morning, I was awakened around six o'clock to get dressed. I put on my red button down shirt and my skinny navy blue uniform pants, put my hair into a ponytail and I was ready to go. I went into the kitchen to grab the box of Frosted Flakes and pour it and the milk into my bowl. I ate breakfast at home because school food is horrible and scanty. After I ate my breakfast, I rushed out the door to catch Big Yellow and was on my way to start my day. The bus pulled in front of the Tunica Middle School and everyone got off the bus and went to their first period. Before telling the rest of what happened on this day, I would like to point out a few problems I had. There were many problems that brought me to my decision at the end such as a young immature boy, his girlfriend, and his girl on the side.

When I started Middle School, everything started to change. I felt older and I felt like I had ten times more responsibilities than I did in Intermediate school. The people who I was close with a year or two ago were now just acquaintances, they were just people I smiled at in the hallway. I was still close to my basketball friends because we were still traveling all the time, I think I got tired of seeing the same people all the time, so I found some new friends. Seventh grade for me wasn’t the best, I don’t remember having a best friend, but I do remember having a lot of closer friends in my classes. I was a very sheltered kid I remember being so confused because Middle School was when everyone started dating. I had never thought about dating anyone but my best friend, Gracie, always talked about boy drama, and everything that didn’t really mean a lot to me. Starting in 8th grade, Gracie and I would hang out all the time, we would go

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

Michael J. Fox once said “One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.” This quote has a very personal meaning to me and my school years growing up. Basically to me it means if your getting picked on it only affects you if you let it. When I was younger, around 1st and 2nd grade, I would get picked on all the time. For example it started with me being made fun of and called names like idiot and dumb among other things really lame things. It didn’t help that we moved a couple times and I always felt like the new kid. Even going into Middle school last year we just moved to GA and I didn’t know anyone the first day. I am not going to lie, at first I was so bothered by the situation that it even made me not want to go to school.

Sitting there listening, waiting and plotting. The judge, above seeing into everybody’s mind. The jurors seem confused and interested. Guest, nervous. The room was quiet and mysterious filled with secrets. She stands up and argues for hours, now the secrets come out. Everybody’s interested yet impatient. The trials over and she win/lose the case.

I lead students nearly every Sunday morning and have been a cabin counselor at three church camps. I love getting to develop relationships with the students and help guide them in their walk with God. In the future, I want to lead a small group of high school students. This passion for youth ministry all began with God calling me to stop following and start leading.

    When I was entering sixth grade, the start of middle school, I went through a process of confirmation. In the Methodist church, confirmation is where a child becomes a member of the church for themselves; you obtain the honor to attend the youth group, which was always a dream for me--getting to be like the older kids. Little did I know how important this new building would become to me. Being twelve years of age, I was extremely awkward; however, this gained me two friendships that I hope to maintain for the rest of my life. From then on, the three of us grew to a myriad of close