The Life In A Teenage Girl's Eyes

Chapter 5: Middle School Days

7th Grade:

I am at middle school now! I am so excited to explore a new school besides the newer elementary school that I went to. In my 1st week, I had the slightest bit of a hard time to adjust like I thought before. My homeroom teacher, he was "ok". I didn't particularity like him. I don't like him because he pressured me also. He taught math with his teacher assistant (didn't like him either). They were both like bullies. They got mad at me every time I didn't understand something. My mother and I got into some conversations with each other about them. I had many disagreements with the teacher assistant. My math teacher (the main one), he wasn't too good either, but at least he didn't attack me EVERY SECOND!!! The teacher assistant had something against me for whatever reason. Not too sure. My English, Science, and Social Studies teacher, they knew that I wasn't the best student around. They didn't attack me and pressure me. Yes they got impatient after a while, but we still made it through the tough times. No matter how many times I stayed after school every day except Tuesdays, nothing helped. I used to come home from school everyday with depression with my school work. I had a lot of fun with my friends at school. That's the only thing that I found interesting. Other then that, no. I still love school. When there's hard times coming my way, I get scared and tend to freak out. When there's calm days with no tests, or upcoming quizzes, ect I am fine for the day or week depending on the time differences. My mother used to get mad at me because she thought that I didn't study that often. It was true. She used to get mad at me if I was on my iPad or computer too much. I didn't give into my school work anymore because I just gave up. When I saw that I wasn't making any process, I thought that I am failing anyway, so what's the point. My parents were upset that I wasn't passing anything in elementary school. But that doesn't count. What's gone is gone. The future will be a brighter opening for me.

8th Grade: I am here for my last year in middle school. Hopefully this year won't be a awful experience. I come to my homeroom the 1st day. I wait to receive a locker outside in the hallway. I look at my classmates and say to myself "hopefully I won't get bullied". Which I didn't! :D I got more friends in 8th grade then 7th grade. 8th grade was a more successful year. In the beginning, I was adjusting to my new locker, new teachers. I got along with them perfectly. I always got along with my teachers (bad or good scholastically). Teachers used to comment on my personality. Every marking period, I got comments on my report card stating: "She's A Pleasure To Have In Class". Above Average Attitude". " Actively Participates". My lowest grade was a 83. This whole year! I was so proud of myself. My family couldn't be happier for me. When I got a special invitation to the awards night, I was jumping up and down like crazy for all my accomplishments. I honestly never thought that I would never see this day come. It truly was a dream come true. :)