Author’s Note: As the year rapidly comes to
a close, I wanted to think about how the last 2 years have affected me.
My heart was pounding and my hands were
shaking at my sides as I stepped through the doors. The hallway seemed never
ending as I maneuvered my way through crowds of people. When I saw the door to
my first class it felt like I found the light at the end of a tunnel. Picking
up my pace I rushed through the door and sighed a sigh of relief as I sat down
and realized that this wasn’t going to be so bad. Now looking back to that
first day in 7th grade, I wish I would’ve known that middle school would be the
most memorable 2 years of my life.
It seems like just yesterday I was desperately asking my sister for advice on how to survive middle school. But somehow, in the blink of an eye, here I am at the end of 8th grade, getting ready for high school, trying to put into words how much fun I’ve had in middle school. Ever since I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be older, or taller, or smarter. But as I’ve gotten all these things, I find myself missing the past. With less than a month left of middle school, it feels almost as if my childhood is ending too. Once high school starts, there are more expectations and everything is taken more seriously. Middle school is thought of as the transition school which makes me wonder, are we transitioning into high school, or out of childhood?
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both”
As I look for closure of the past 2 years here at Asa, I remember all the reasons why I began to love middle school in the first place. All the teachers, classes friends and even the drama that affected me in the past 2 years, formed the memories that will stay with me for a lifetime.
