The Truth About Middle School
Middle School is unfair. We all know that it’s not rational to make kids sit in small, cramped desks all day and listen to teachers go on and on and on. The worst thing about it is that as minors, we can’t do anything to stop this treachery. School is necessary, but not to the degree of what I’m doing every day from 8:00-3:00. The schooling I have to go through with is an unbelievably ugly example of the universe’s cruelty.
Every weekday morning, kids ranging in age from eleven to fourteen, drag their feet out of bed two hundred, and forty minutes too early, and to do what? Just sit in a dungeon for seven hours. Yeah, you heard right, by creating this malignant thing called school teachers are stripping us of four valuable hours of sleep. That isn’t good for our health. We’re pushing our bodies to their limits, making it harder to do our best on the very things that are oh-so-important to “interested adults”. In fact, studies have proven that teenagers need more sleep than younger children. One would think therefore, that a middle school day should start at a later time in the morning.
This would certainly accommodate for the growing teenager’s needs. However, it starts even earlier than elementary school. No wonder kid’s say middle school is the hardest part of their lives!! And it only gets worse; the rest my day should come with a warning: may contain unpredictable feelings of loathing, hatred, and violence due to extreme climate zones ranging from remarkable teacher, to old windbag… Fully awake, and prepared for the long day ahead, I walk the treacherous mile and a half to school.
The fact that my billion-pound backpack is fit to burst with fifty-year-old textbooks, and silly homework assignments doesn’t help. After, I arrive at the thirteen-year-old angst zone, I skedaddle to class to socialize to the extreme before homeroom begins. Homeroom, sweet homeroom, right? WRONG!!! I hate homeroom; I’m too drowsy to be optimistic and it’s too early in the day to look forward to that final bell. Plus, my homeroom teacher doesn’t exactly help…
My homeroom teacher is the loudest, and the most obnoxious man on the planet. He makes the beep-beep-beep of my alarm clock seem like a choir of angels. Have YOU ever thought about school as hazardous? With my homeroom teacher everything is preposterously precarious! Forget about writing notes on the board, with my teacher that’s another term for suicide: when he comes across a “dead” marker, we all have to duck for our own safety, as he hurls it across the room. Forget about calculators, he’s been known to chuck those out the window!!! Who knew simple math was jeopardizing the lives of innocent students? One, short hour after math ends, comes my second breakfast of the day. This mid morning meal is called “lunch”. It’s just appalling that at 10:30 every morning we’re eating lunch.
How is that supposed to keep us nourished for the remaining four and a half hours of the day? I always end up feeling hungry at some point after “lunch” is over. With this disastrous timing, it’s flabbergasting that we don’t have people fainting from starvation. WHY can’t we just have lunch an hour later? Soon after lunch, comes science, the most boring class ever invented, or at least it is with my teacher. My science teacher is as boring as it is possible for any human being to be. If droning on and on was an Olympic sport, then she’d be a gold medalist.
Everything she says comes out as a mumbled blah, blah, blah. How can science be exciting for me if my teacher is presenting it in a dead language? Is this any way to help kids learn, or is it possible that by doing this to us adults of the world are making us hate learning and everything that comes with it? School is unfairly stealing precious hours of well-needed sleep from millions of children. It’s also a hazard zone that could potentially cause major brain damage, plus the minor fact that it takes over our lives; controlling and twisting every free moment we have. Not to mention that it’s causing malnourishment!!! Last but not least, it’s not helping us in any way: I’m not the tiniest bit excited to “learn” and is that my fault? I have some of the most mind-numbing, dreary, uninspiring teachers on the entire planet!!!! Middle school should be rethought and reorganized into something that is fair and just to the teenagers of the world.
