The years I spent in middle school were easily the worst years for me. Not only was I made fun of every day at my locker for looking like a bird, but my gym teacher tried to convince me to become a Republican and half of my grade was sent to Lunch Detention because we all dropped our pencils at 12:00 p.m. (The local newspaper later came out with an article on how we were obviously trying to come up with a plan to take over the school.)

I had not one, but two pregnant teachers and earned extra credit by writing my vocab words in color-coded order. "Recess" was a total of 12 minutes, which was obviously just enough to convince parents and the school board that we had access to fresh air.

I spent a good number of my mornings on the school's morning news program, announcing teacher birthdays and the weather. I played the flute and permanently became known as "the band nerd."

I took Physical Geography, which was known as the hardest class in the school, where I missed a chance at extra credit because I didn't know that "fur piece" means "far place" in 'Hillbilly' talk.

Seventh grade is filled with so many horrible memories. I rode the 'late bus' and watched the supervisor of the bus system punch a dent into my bus. I didn't get home until 4:00 p.m. everyday because heaven forbid the bus driver make a left turn into my neighborhood.

I tried to join the track team and run cross-country. I soon figured out I should stay in band and not be an athlete.

I was sexually harassed on the school bus. I told the counselor and nothing happened.

I had a crush on a boy who didn't know I existed and took a survey about how often I smoked marijuana.

My chocolate milk was part-way frozen almost everyday at lunch.. So I started packing my lunch. I spent a good amount of time in the library, stacking up AR points.

I came in sixth place in the spelling bee because I spelled "geranium" wrong.

Those were the days when we had Christmas parties and no one got offended.

Donald Trump wasn't running for president.

Saying something was 'gay' happened pretty regularly. We weren't allowed to play dodgeball in gym because "we might hurt someone."

I was told I couldn't climb the rope in gym because I was a girl and all of my friends became so interested in boys almost nothing else could be focused on.

Needless to say, college is better. Indescribably better. I never want to go back.