Middle School: The Forgotten Years

Or just the year's people want to forget. I spent a lot of time trying to rid myself of those years, but the more and more time goes on I realize that I am still that awkward, socially uncomfortable girl. The only thing that's changed is my age.

There were uncomfortable crushes, doing whatever you could just to fit in, experimenting with different styles to find your place in the system, but when you think about it that's something we all still do to this day. It's also the time where you learn a lot about yourself such as the things you believe in and what some of your loves are. A lot of the things I learned about myself I learned in middle school and the things I began to love in middle school are the things I still hold near and dear to my heart.

My first experiences with writing things that mattered to me came in middle school, like poetry. There is nothing better than reading or writing a good poem. Sure, I didn't understand much poetry when I was younger because I lacked the experiences, but now they are a saving grace.

I ventured into finding music in middle school, searching far and wide on the internet to find what peaked my interest. My favorite band in middle school is still my favorite band to this day, and luckily they're still a very active band so the love doesn't have to die just yet.

I learned what I wanted out of life at 13-years-old. I wanted to be a teacher, to get married and have a family. My beliefs were formed in these years of how I want to be treated as a person, how I want to treat people, what I have to do to get what I want, that I wasn't going to be able to please everyone and so much more. And they're the beliefs I carry with me to this day.

Looking back at who I was in middle school, as I think is the case with most people, is the fact that we weren't our best looking or sure of ourselves in middle school so there's a little shame there.

I, however, will never be as ashamed of the person I was in middle school as some other people. That person no matter how strange she knew what she wanted and may not have believed in it up until recently, but she thought long and hard about it all and stuck to it. I am sure of myself because of the person I was in middle school. Had it not been for her who knows what would have happened to me?