It’s official people: MIDDLE SCHOOL SUCKS. I thought middle school would be cool and fun, but news flash: it’s the exact opposite. This isn’t a time to find out who I am, because I’m being turned into just another brick in the wall. Pink Floyd is old but smart.
I’ll tell you why
Homework, homework and more homework. I just spent the major part of the long weekend doing homework. Pages, pages and pages of it. Physics, chemistry, biology, maths, literature and language, history and geography. Middle school is a never ending parade of homework. They SAY it’s only an hour a day, but really it’s more like 10 hours. Okay. Maybe three. But still, three is more than one. I know that much math.
You’re old, but not old enough. Once you’re in middle school you’re too old for bedtime stories, to have your uniform laid out for you and to have someone feed you dinner while you build a fort. But, apparently not old enough to decide when your bedtime is, have your own YouTube channel or opt out of embarrassing things like dance practice.
Adults become boring. In Grade 5, our math teacher would crack really terrible math jokes and our English teacher used to play funny cat videos for us at the end of class. Now, it’s just portions, portions, portions. There are portions to finish and no time to waste on watching cats get tangled up in a ball of wool.
School bags weigh more than a tonne. Textbooks, workbooks and notebooks for 11 subjects to school and back every day. Let’s not forget that my parents decided to hard bind ALL my books so that they wouldn’t get destroyed. I guess they didn’t think about how lugging hard bound books to school every day would destroy my back. Ouch!
Mean seventh and eighth graders who act like the rulers of the world and treat sixth graders like meek underlings. We were all friends in Primary, but now they’re too cool to hang out with us since they’re our ‘seniors’. Aren’t seniors like super old people who need help to cross the road?
One strike and you’re out. In Primary, if you broke the school’s code of conduct you got a warning, or had to reflect on your behaviour or write a letter of apology. In Middle School you get sent straight to the Principal’s office, no chance to explain WHY you wrote a limerick about your Physics teacher. (It was an assignment for English, I swear! It had nothing to do with my actual physic’s teacher!)
I could go on and on and on. Enough to fill this newspaper. But guess what, I have to do homework, iron my uniform, pack my bag and tell my parents why I was called to the Principal’s room last Friday.
