My Experience In Middle School

Most of my serious and intellectual emotions came from all the drama about fitting in. Helping people out with their drama and then fixing mine was all the emotions that I had that didn’t involve humor. Those emotions expanded from sympathy, to sadness, to motivational types of feelings. As it is noticed, those emotions were applied to the wrong things and even though at the moment they seemed like the end of the world, they were a tear in a bucket of other people’s actual dilemmas. All around, sixth grade was an overhaul of a popularity battle and centering my attention on fun and games.

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

Throughout middle school, I've had many different experiences, talked to people and dealt with problems from students, to teachers, to the other staff members of our school. I couldn’t help but notice some things about these three years about grades, my learning styles, relationships, myself, different activities, and my hopes for the future.

The high school experience is something you'll never forget, even after graduating onto college and other careers. Toll Gate High School is a place where you learn who you are as a worker, but mostly as a person. Being in high school entails that teachers aren’t always going to be there to help with every situation or problem and that you have to fend for yourself with the large workload. This to me, was my wakeup call into true independence. Having independence is finally realizing that you are capable of doing things on your own without having somebody watching over you the entire time. After the eighth grade, I came to this realization. Whether the teacher was teaching the alphabet in kindergarten or teaching formal essays in eighth grade, I have always had teachers that would figuratively hold my hand with my work. I became so used to the fact that teachers would give me so much time for everything, that once I went to high school it just hit me. I have realized that I am fully capable of doing this, and the feeling of confidence turning in a report or paper will be genuine because it will be my accomplishment.

In middle school, 5th to 8th grade, I endure multiple adjective to describe my experience in middle school. While in Middle School, I struggle with my appearance which has stayed as an adult. For I always look at myself and all the flaws in my features, as my family members and/or friends state my beauty features, I will brushed them off by stating the negative feature I visually observe. Until recently, I’ve overcome my inability of reading in public and/or to my peers. As my cousin passed away tragically, his mother (my Aunt) asked if I will read his poem to her and a group of 50 strangers. She knew my fear of public speaking, she also knew my dream of becoming a teacher and starting to a career as a substitute teacher. Therefore, she knew I needed to overcome the fear of speaking. I am extremely pleased with myself to speak clearly and to have the strength and encouragement of my family to overcome my greatest fear with a poem in dedication to my beloved cousin.

I never expected I’d spend the first two years of high school bedridden and suicidal. I was born and raised in Elmhurst, Queens. Attending the same school from kindergarten to 8th grade, I was used to being in the same environment. I was given assurance when my friends consistently told me that I was lucky and that I would be able to adapt to high school life fairly quickly — I was the outgoing one, the one who made everyone laugh.

It was fall of my final year of Junior High and I was excited to go into high school. In Arellanes Jr High School I was a very popular person but, my circle was very small. I was a short brunette that dressed like a tomboy. I was a honor band student and also a cheerleader, it was a weird combination for me. I had a boyfriend in the beginning of the year and his name was Isaac and he was the person that really motivated me to do better in school. Isaac was a tall, slim mexican boy that loved to draw. Once school finally started I would get up at seven in the morning to get ready for school. Then leave around 8:10 in order to not miss the bus to school. At my bus stop it was just a couple of kids because where I lived they called it the “rich new houses”. In the city of Santa Maria it was very small and low populated city where everyone knew each other and not many of the houses were really in the best condition. In my bus stop the kids there were the people that I would usually spent time with. Julie, Mia, and Alex were the people that I mainly talked to but then I started to notice that there was 2 new boys that were at the bus stop. I decided to step up and introduce myself. Once I introduced myself they told me that their names were Juan and Jalen. Juan and Jalen were best friends and I noticed that they were both not going in the right path. Later on throughout the year I started to become closer and closer. One day after school when Cheer practice was cancelled I was

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.

All during Elementary School I couldn 't wait 'till Middle School no more taddle tails. A different teacher every day, No more cranky teacher for the whole day. Yeah! The best part about it is that there will be air conditioning. I know that sounds really weird but at my old school there was no air conditioning so at the end of the school year the rooms would get super hot and none of the teachers would want to turn on the fans because they were loud and the students would get really distracted. I know that sounds crazy.

Student experiences can be evaluated in a variety of ways and attributed to the quality of educational systems. At different ages, students are better suited to different types of learning environments and teaching methods; however, the effectiveness of schools and teachers continuously influences all school-aged children. Throughout this analysis, I will focus primarily on my experience during my 6th grade year in middle school, including how my success was affected by the effectiveness of the school and my teachers throughout the year.

Throughout my three year experience in middle school, I had always been treated like the black sheep of the class. I was that tall, awkward girl with braces, uncontrollable acne, strange fashion, airheaded moments, and unusual music taste. I attended Paauilo Intermediate School and anyone who has heard of that school knows how small the student body is. My entire grade was made up of thirty students, so making good friends was such a rarity. The group that I settled with consisted of four other girls, who I wasn’t exactly thrilled to had made the acquaintance of. We were all significantly different from one another, coming from different walks of life and had different hearts. However, the four of them had one thing in common-- they loved making me feel horrible. I remember being the pushover friend who let everybody else walk all over me because I did not have the heart to say “no”. I remember letting them and everyone else call me “stupid” and didn’t involve me in any of their conversations and because of that, they let me think that my opinions weren’t valid. They used to hide my belongings when I was looking the other way and had a good laugh whenever I got upset about it. But they still referred to me as their “best friend” and let me sit with them at the lunch table, so I was okay with it. After all, all I ever wanted was to be apart of something.

As I have grown up, I have been extremely lucky to grow up in a well rounded household with privileges that many students are not able to experience. From a young age I was enrolled in a private school and then moved to a public school program in a nice neighborhood with an impressive school system. I was able to enroll in club sports and be a part of anything my heart desired. My parents were both able to receive a college degree and go straight into the workforce with little debt from their college educations. I have been able to have dogs, fish, and a cat throughout my childhood, never realizing how much of a privilege that was until I began to grow older and meet people who had grown up in very different situations. Waking up christmas morning to see stockings filled and presents piled high, everything I had asked for and more. I've been able to travel all over the world and experience things that some people can only dream about. However, once I came to high school, I joined the Academy for Global Studies, which is a program that focuses on the global aspects, and has helped me to become more aware of the people around me and not focus

When I spot palm trees appearing as I’m coming down south from the north, that’s when I know I’m in the Rio Grande Valley. The sight of the palm trees reassuring me that I’m close to home. Weslaco, Texas is a town close to the border that separates the United States and Mexico. The region where people fill the air with the Spanish language. The schools that I’ve attended from the Weslaco Independent School District has provided me great lessons academically and in the real world. Throughout my elementary, middle, and high school years, I've learned the importance of becoming successful.

Being in middle school is a dreadful place to be, almost all students will acknowledge that this statement has truth behind it. My middle school was a long two-story building that had mirrored halls on its floors, save for the gym, cafeteria, and front office, which were all found on the bottom floor. There were even colored tiles on the floor that indicated the walking paths from one class to the next. Now the experience I had in middle school wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, but it could have been worse. Sixth grade year I was separated from my friends I had in elementary school but I made some really fantastic ones that I still have today. However, in seventh grade I was located in a different block of classes from my friends entirely and the only time I saw them was during band class. Little did I know I was going to meet a person that would change my life forever.