Middle School Experience
There is only one word that can be used to describe my middle school experience: awkward. My feet were disproportionate to the rest of my body and I hardly ever found a pair of jeans that fit. For the first week of middle school, the school nurse had to walk me to class with big puffy eyes. Not every day was as bad as that day, but there were definitely days that came close. The hardest part of middle school was making new friends at a new school. Since I was five years old, I always had the same few friends, and wasn’t really sure how I would make new friends with my shy, anxious personality. Fortunately, others approached me so I didn’t really have to put myself out there very much. In sixth grade, I made a few friends and had people that
I could talk to and hang out with, but in seventh grade, I met my best friend, Maria, who I did everything with from that point on. Despite the horror stories from our elementary school teachers, middle school didn’t seem any more difficult than elementary school. The transition went smoothly and we were all eased into a slightly larger and more challenging workload without really even noticing it. Instead of warning us about how hard the work was going to be, they should’ve warned us how hard it would be to find a place where we felt like we fit in. The only person I really felt comfortable with was my science teacher, whose sarcasm made me feel right at home in her class. In eighth grade, I got my first real babysitting job babysitting a 7-year-old boy everyday after school for about an hour and a half. Though he could be tough to handle sometimes, I’ve never had a more fun job. The fact that he looked up to me and enjoyed hanging out with me made me feel like I had a purpose. Middle school was just that awkward transition period between young child and young adult. I can’t speak for everyone, but no one I have ever talked to really enjoyed middle school. I find comfort in the fact that I was not the only one who felt like they had to buy clown shoes and needed jeans in half sizes. Even though middle school was just an awkward blur, I have to remember that it introduced me to my lifelong best friend, and I couldn’t be more thankful.
I could talk to and hang out with, but in seventh grade, I met my best friend, Maria, who I did everything with from that point on. Despite the horror stories from our elementary school teachers, middle school didn’t seem any more difficult than elementary school. The transition went smoothly and we were all eased into a slightly larger and more challenging workload without really even noticing it. Instead of warning us about how hard the work was going to be, they should’ve warned us how hard it would be to find a place where we felt like we fit in. The only person I really felt comfortable with was my science teacher, whose sarcasm made me feel right at home in her class. In eighth grade, I got my first real babysitting job babysitting a 7-year-old boy everyday after school for about an hour and a half. Though he could be tough to handle sometimes, I’ve never had a more fun job. The fact that he looked up to me and enjoyed hanging out with me made me feel like I had a purpose. Middle school was just that awkward transition period between young child and young adult. I can’t speak for everyone, but no one I have ever talked to really enjoyed middle school. I find comfort in the fact that I was not the only one who felt like they had to buy clown shoes and needed jeans in half sizes. Even though middle school was just an awkward blur, I have to remember that it introduced me to my lifelong best friend, and I couldn’t be more thankful.