The End of Middle School

Sort of how I feel

I just can’t believe that middle school went by that fast. One weird thing is that on the last day of school, I was rushing around to get teacher’s signatures. All the teachers that signed in that last 8 minutes, I never saw after that when I was exiting the school. 

I hope to return to middle school often after school each week, when my brother is playing sports. I do and don’t want to leave. I want to leave because I need to advance in my futuristic career of engineering. I don’t want to leave because, middle school has so many memories, so much emotion for me, and it has so many friends that took so long to form relationships with.

I would have to say that out of all the teachers in my eighth grade year, Mr. Graham was the most interesting of all. He drove me insane sometimes. But other times, he was like ice. We were just so similar in the way we think, that that’s what, I think, made us always clash heads. I will miss that dude. The other people that really left a mark on my memory was  Bender, Leary, C, Brogan, and Harris. They also made each year memorable to me. I have to thank Leary for being the knucklehead, I enjoyed seeing <em>each</em> year. Everyone else, I regard them as being like parents to me, and sometimes keeping me in line-Brogan especially for rarely giving me 100% and always asking for perfection, even when I put alot of work into it.

Another thing I’ve realized is that six-grade teacher’s have a hard job because they don’t know the kids coming in-not usually. And it’s had to teach them for one year and then have to let them grow. They see six graders grow and sometimes that’s hard. Seventh grade teachers, I think have the best time. They may see the sixth graders that are coming up next year, so it’s a little more familiar. They also don’t know us for that long Just for one year they have us then they release us for another year, then we leave. It’s a fast process for them. Eighth grade teachers have it hardest. They only know us for one year, though like the seventh grade teachers, they may already be used to us. But they only know us for one year and they only have a few days to say goodbye unlike the other grades.

I now say good bye to middle school. Thxs 4 da support. M.S. was really about finding yurself and I have. I’m going back to being a tom-boy instead of trying to fit in. Though now that I think about it maybe it was too much support, or not…???  ;)