Middle School Reflection

Grade 6: In my opinion the sole purpose of middle school was so that all of the adolescent miscreants could be forced into one awkward prison. The proof was in the cafeteria, a minefield of strange social customs and noisy kids who seemed to enjoy nothing more than screwing up another person’s day. At least those were my thoughts when I first entered the overly powerful axe scented school. But at the table where I now sat around with friends new and old in all directions, my opinion was quickly morphing. Sure, most people were immature and concerned only with themselves, but here I was laughing along with them, perhaps I was simply pretentious and carping to see the flaws in the school.

In the first week I had been talked into ski bus, track and field, and cross country by my friends. All things I never would have dreamed of doing by my own free will. And I had a feeling I would enjoy them all. The topic at my table was usually concerningthings I had plenty of interest in. Important things, no longer just soccer, football, and where I went on vacation. The likes of those topics barely reached me in this sanctuary. And with these people I felt right, felt like I had finally found those who I genuinely wanted to see each and every day. That was the perk of middle school, probably
I had grown upwards but yet to grow outwards. But it was middle school, it would be strange to see someone who wasn’t awkwardly moving around as they gained familiarity with their constantly changing shape. I walked towards the school with a strut in my step, I was an eighth grader, which gave me the coolness of seniority over the sixth and seventh graders. The school may have been coated in yellowing paint that peeled with a beckoning scratch, and bathrooms that frequently went out of order for spans of weeks at a time, but I was the king of