It quickly went from a nice, fun, vacation to a painful, terrible, nightmare. Just about every year before school starts while my mom has meetings for teachers, my dad takes my sister and I on a small, five day trip to different places. This year, we decided to go to St Louis. Little did I know that this trip would soon turn south very, very, fast.…
Middle school affected me in various ways, such as adapting to changes, befriending my peers, and dealing with discrimination. Getting accustomed a different environment was such a challenge. On the second day of middle school I thought that it was a good idea to make new friends, I kind of took the whole "new school year, new me" thing too serious. I tried to talk to the girl who sat beside me in my Science class and I believe that a tree had more of a personality than her.…
The beginning of eighth grade, in all of its horror and glory. Students in hordes piling up at the front doors, a jumble of frenzied emotions. New people, new clothes, new supplies, new teachers, new schools, new locker, new classes, new, new, new. I could feel the anticipation in the young sixth graders eyes, the excitement in the seventh graders expressions. Then, there was my grade.…
Prior to middle school, I thought I was satisfied with my position. I had friends, got along with my teachers, excelled in sports, and got decent grades in my classes. Back then, I thought this well-roundedness I sought between these necessities would offer me self-satisfaction. Little did I know, however, that I was going to confront this well-rounded nature of mine during my first awards ceremony in middle school. Among the most intelligent, artistic or athletic of the students present there, I was the one of the few who simply struggled to stand out.…
Middle school is an inevitable phase of many of our lives. It is also a very memorable time- for both good and bad reasons. Yet, we all somehow manage to strive through no matter how tough the year gets. For me, at first, none of the typical horrifying middle school stereotypes fit how my sixth grade year was going. I had plenty of friends, understood my classes, and I didn’t appear to be too awkward.…
Middle school is the toughest school to go through both mentally and socially. People often dread going through middle school, or as my parents call it junior high, because at that time, people are in the balance between childhood and adult hood. Now, I was starting middle school, this should be great. (sarcasm)…
Being different means that it's harder to blend in with everyone else. It means that it is easier to be singled out by a group of people. It's easier being noticed in a negative sense. It makes you an easier target for being bullied. Middle school is supposed to be the transitioning years.…
My first day of middle school was hell, I have always been good at school. My grades have never been bad and neither have my actions and or attendance. Probably from having a mom that is also a teacher. I look at that as a good thing though, watching kids just goof off and not come to school then high school rolled around and it was like I got to look down on them because they did not prepare for bigger and better things. School wasn't bad for me because it was hard, it was bad because i was always shy in school.…
Who would have known that middle school could be so cruel. Seriously, at that young age I thought that the kids would be sweet as gum drops. I was dead wrong. It was as if it was a crime to not have been a stick figure. It was a crime for to embrace your intellectual side.…
My Education lesson in a White people school (Ecuador) Over the years my perspective of the world has changed due to my experiences growing up. Discrimination has always been there but many times ignored. Unfortunately, just like my ancestors had, I experienced it as well but education helped me to deal with it.. In each educational and social transition, new people were brought to me with new knowledge.…
I've never been quite the athletic type. For as long i can remember, sports have never been my thing. I’d always been picked last or second to last, in PE. back then, my inner pre-teen self would “blame it on the baby weight” or that i hadn’t hit puberty yet. But deep down i knew it was it was because I had two left feet, one good eye, and butter fingers.…
What if? I used to ask myself this question a lot when I was younger. Since I was a child I was always off by myself to scared to talk to others not wanting to interact with anyone it was a huge problem, that I knew had to be fixed. Then came the summer before my start of high school and I promised myself I would fix being so shy was pulling me back.…
A couple of minutes ago, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about. An hour ago, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about. Yesterday, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about.…
Life is all about making mistakes, taking chances, and learning lessons. Making mistakes is easy. All one must do in order to take a chance is to simply jump in to the situation, but learning lessons takes time. Some lessons can be easily learned; the lesson to not touch something hot is learned immediately when one burns themselves. Other lessons take longer to fully comprehend.…
We all have that awkward stage. Whether it happens in the toddler years or middle school years when the sixth graders are still growing and their heads are too big for their bodies or even later in life, we all have had one. Mine however, was ALL my upper elementary school years. This includes third, fourth, and fifth grade. I’ll start by telling about my appearance in third grade.…