Some enjoy them, others hate them, and We All Just Went Through The Motions.
Picture this: You are starting/ about to start your middle-school years. Say it is late August/early September and you are burnt out on summer. And are ready to go back to school.
POSITIVE: You enter the threshold of Jr. High and are sharing your summer camp stories and photos with your friends. You are introduced to your new teachers.
At lunch, you and your buddies talk about which teachers each of you think will be your favorite and least favorite, AND who would be a downright bitch.
Hell, at the end of the first day, you probably don’t want to leave the freaking building!!
But you would love to share your great first day of school with your family, right?
IT IS YOUR FIRST DAY OF JR. HIGH AND YOU CANNOT BE MORE EXCITED THAN YOU ALREADY ARE. New friends, new chapter in your life, as well as schooling career. Girlie, you are gung ho and ready to go!!
And……NOT EVEN WHAT YOU EXPECT AT ALL!! AS soon as you walk through the doors of your Jr. High, your attempts to meet and befriend the other kids are met with either a slow-burn of, or a fast-and-furious rejection, complete with being called, ‘Dogface,’ ‘Retardo,’ and just plain, ‘Stupid’
Teachers….are hella worse!! one is always pissed off and you are the scapegoat, two or three of them seem to carry a cold-fish attitude towards you and one tries to dumb you down, no matter how hard you work, and your Gym teacher is calling you a ‘Wuss,’ or ‘Weakling.’
You feel so doomed you cannot breathe. The rejections you have faced make you wish you were suffering from smoke inhalation. Not from a house fire, but from the names you were called, the Teachers from Hell and that crazy load of homework that just started piling up on you and yours truly..your brain..
You come home, your mom is the biggest sight for sore eyes, and her voice is the biggest and best sound for sore ears. You start bawling endlessly on her shoulder.
Your older sibling is also very encouraging, your younger sibling is like, ‘ Hope that doesn’t happen to me.’ but hugs you anyway. And your dad’s response makes you feel the way you felt at 8:00 AM, with, “Buck up, Little Camper!”
Some of this negative scenario is true for me during my hellacious Jr. High years. Yes, I was called names, talked about behind my back and within my earshot. No, I am not a middle child and I have an older brother.
Aaaannd…how about a heaping scoopful of feigning illnesses. I did have some psychosomatic illness, mostly the old tried-and-true tummy ache.
To those who are in the thick of their Jr. High years (lasts two to three years), it won’t be a ‘forever’ thing, and soon you will be in high school, where you will have a greater chance of being well-liked.
Being a ‘Veteran’ of those hellacious two years brings the privilege of honestly telling new and current middle-schoolers that:
I came up with The Fourteen Commandments of The Middle-School years!!!
- You are entitled to be excited about beginning Jr. High career
- Do not be alarmed if you don’t get that ‘sunshine, rainbows and garden-of-roses feeling at the beginning or during your years in middle-school.
- Immaturity happens
- Loneliness happens
- Rejection happens
- You wish you can zoom through the hellaciousness, but, my friends, that won’t make you grow stronger from this.
- If your besties of elementary school turn into fair-weather friends of middle-school, don’t panic! Those girls or guys are not worth your time.
- Give someone else a chance to be your friend.
- Rant to your parents and family about your hel you are experiencing
- This is not forever..only two to three years.
- Enlist in professional counseling
- Just cry if you need to!!
- Make friends with kids of the opposite sex