I do. And when acceptance from your peers was threatened, it seemed like the world was crashing and burning in front of your eyes. If you do not recall this gut wrenching feeling yet, let me take you on a voyage to an incident that will remind you. Imagine walking across the red grate bridge on the Mo-Ranch trip in 6th grade, hauling the hot pink, heaping bag of dirty laundry busting at its seams with the finish line of the charter buses in sight. Just as you think your perfect model strut across the catwalk is wowing those around you, the mesh bag catches hook on the red grate and shreds open. Unable to fathom the tragic event that just occurred, you watch all your precious delicates drift in the wind to the bottom of the canyon as remaining pieces scattered around you effectively form a barrier to all who try to pass. Tears begin swelling in your eyes as you frantically gather a pile of the remaining clothes and sprint for the bus until you find a seat to hide in for the next five hours. If a circumstance like this took place today, we would probably laugh it off and accept it as another “L”. Yet, since this happened in middle school (where taking an “L” is simply horrific) it will continue to haunt your memory as a day that you will never forget, a day that you knew people did not think of you as cool, a day that people may have actually found out you were not perfect a hundred …show more content…
Though my mother agrees middle school was not the optimal part of her life, she found high school to be the worst time of her life. Others I discussed this topic with completely disagreed, claiming that their innocence to the excruciating college application made it a pleasant experience. Alas, whenever you are having a bad day think of how horrible these minutes of recollection have been and be thankful that your middle school days are an event of the past, only having to be relived in