Hey Pandas, What Troubles Did You Have In Middle School?

I had an issue with defending myself. Not to say that I wasn’t able to, but rather quite the opposite. I used to bite, hiss, and scratch when (boys particularly) people picked on me…

I moved to a new state in 7th grade so finding common interests and adjusting was challenging for me. Also the fact I am introverted does not help.

Two friends of mine confessed they had feelings for me (they actually still carry those feelings today about 2 years later) and it was stressful because I don't like either that way and none of us have talked about it yet.

Everyone was picking on me and even the kids from the other schools were going around, saying they wanted to fight me just because they saw me around.

Terrible bullying. Very traumatic

In 7th grade, I started to drink more regularly (started drinking in 4th grade.) I also started smoking and selling weed and taking pills (whatever I could get my hands on,) and smoking cigarettes. I got suspended for smoking in the girls bathroom. I got my ass kicked when I started selling weed and I decided to stop selling. Oddly I maintained grades and was on the honor roll the whole time.

Multiple identity crises! Yay!/s

i was in the orchestra class ahead of my grade in middle school, and in 7th grade, i was in the 8th grade orchestra. the thing was 8th grade lunch was during that class, so i had to eat lunch with the grade ahead. i had some 8th grade friends (i was actually pretty close with my stand partner) so i sat with her and her friends. i was super nervous at first but i actually fit in pretty well. it was a group of kids in my orchestra class and they liked a lot of the same things i did, but that was the least of my worries. there was this one boy who sat with us, i never learned his real name because everyone called him Spaghetti Kid. well Spaghetti Kid was always cursing and doing things me and my friend (lets call her breanna) didn't like. the other kids started to dislike him as well and we all took a vote to remove him. it was unanimous. when Spaghetti Kid saw this he began yelling, which triggered mine and breannas anxiety. then it was final, he had to go, we tried for days to be rid of him,but nothing work. we decided to go into hiding, moving away from our normal spot, to behind the wall. it worked and he never found us. about a week later, he called some kid in his class a racial slur, the kid punched him, his nose was broken, but Spaghetti Kid was expelled.

i moved schools in 7th grade, and it was really tough on me. i struggled with awful teachers, and so much homework that i would be spending hours upon hours every night. kiddos in middle school: i promise high school is much better, i had a blast especially sophomore year. keep your heads up!

I was not a very good girl!! I stole my parents car at 13, got caught and on probation. Snuck out A LOT, smoked cigarettes and was just a brat!! I outgrew all that crap… but I didn’t care much back then!!

I used to get bullied relentlessly. Even a (PE) teacher bullied me. Eventually I bloomed and it turned out I was really good at football. The teacher went to the polar opposite and ended up sucking up to me and being over the top nice. It was really weird. I found that I was more popular after my footballing success and got bullied less. Crazy what motivates some people.

They called my mom to come to school so they could show her how I was getting wads of toilet paper wet and throwing it against the wall and ceiling. SPLAT!

I was the black girl on the white bus at a mostly black school. The ONLY black person who rode that bus! One day they changed our bus spot and we had to walk around the parking lot and I could feel 300 pairs of eyes on me and saw a few nods that meant, "Oh that explains everything!" I was treated very differently afterwards.
Also an 8th grade jerk who should have been in the 10th grade decided to N-word me every day, clever right?! I was a super tiny 10 year old. After a few weeks, the bus driver told him to leave that little girl alone. Jason, wherever you are, hope you have become a better human being.

Well i had a fake friend (3)they would all get me in trouble and i would take the blame

pt 2 of the first one i want to hurt them now

well, i was depressed and (mostly) passivly suicidal for all of 6th grade, less depressed in mood in 7th but mroe actively suicidal.
also i had all the homework in the world. ever tried taking an AP in 7t grade? it ain't easy, but 8th grade was worse. also, 1.5 hour commute each way via school bus.

On my first science exam, I thought I saw a trick question, and answered correctly. Actually, it was bad proofreading, and I got a zero. I quit paying attention, and later flunked out with general knowledge scores over college grad levels.

In middle school right now. I have autism and have to deal with lots of different sounds and people moving around a lot. I also have anxiety, have trouble going into the classroom if I'm late due to the fear of getting odd looks and, also, I don't want all my tablemates to be asking me about it. And I get really anxious whenever anyone is behind me, and, while most of my teachers are cool with it, the CTE teacher has given me s**t about it before, along with one guy in the other work cycle.
I also have trouble keeping on top of my math work and getting it right, mainly because for some reason I have such difficulty understanding the videos my teacher gives us to teach the subject. Maybe it's the way she talks about it. Sorry, I kinda just needed to let it out.

I had all of the troubles.

I moved in with my father when I was 13 after my mom got drunk, and forgotten I had called ahead to be late from my date. She proceeded to throw me up against a wall and tried to choke me out. My father never wanted to raise me because he was always out of town on business, but the abuse needed to stop when it reached that point. My Dad didn't stop his job, oh no, he would buy me and my brother a week's worth of groceries, give my 17 year old brother some money (which he always spent on pot) and leave. I was dropped into a new school in the middle of the year, I made no friends, I fought a lot, and wasn't popular at all, so a few months in I already hated school. At this point not having anyone to tell me I had to go to school, I just didn't. I would stay up all night on a text based role playing game, pretending to live the life of an adult, the proceed to sleep all day. It got to the point that I became what the school called a "truant" after missing so many days of school. On the days my father was home and made me go, I had the principal was begging me to come to school. After about 5 months of this, police where threatening to arrest my dad for not sending me, and yet STILL my dad didn't switch jobs. I still didn't show up most of the time, when my dad was away, I didn't care. This went on for a good solid year an a half. One day when I was 14 I decided that it was time to move out. So I packed a duffle bag, hopped on a bus to Texas in the middle of the night, and ran away to be with my 30 year old "mate" from my roleplaying game; to live the happily ever after we had RPed so many times. Fortunately he didn't beat me or sell me into slavery, but we did play as man and wife with his 2 kids. A week later the FBI showed up at the door after a manhunt to return me to my father. I still have some of the old missing and (exploited children posters (the ones they put up in walmart) with my face on them.)
When I was returned to my father, he had moved to Atlanta to stay with my Grandmother thinking that would change things. It didn't. I was right back on my RPing game (It was an addiction at this point). I went back to school for a little while, but had totally changed my style to be a hot topic skater/punk/goth, and I was proud to show off... I was actually very popular for a time, because I didn't care I was the "rebel".
I got bored though, because I had already failed 3 grades so I was in 8th grade when I was 15, and just stopped going to school again. By this time I was sneaking out in the middle of the night to go hang out with my much older boyfriends that I had met at concerts my father would just let me wonder around unsupervised. So I was too tired to make it to school.
They ended up putting me in what they called truancy school where I only had to show up till 1. The problem with that was, they had no transportation to and from, and my grandma or dad weren't driving me; so I had to take public transportation ALONE at 15 to a bad part of Atlanta. I wasn't afraid though, because 1. I had already run away to Texas how bad could THIS be, and 2. apparently my goth persona just made me look like I would stab people. In the end I just got on the bus, pretending to go and just went into Atlanta to roam, eat out, take pictures, ride the train, and just generally avoid school.
When I eventually turned 16 still an 8th grader I dropped out. Met a boy at a concert, moved in with him 2 months later. I went to-1- day of High school, but the principal insisted I was going to be in special ED for being truant in middle school. I went in did a word search, and maze for 10 minuets, and had a remaining hour and 20 minuets. I asked to go see the principal, where I just asked if I could be placed in an actual class where I could learn something. He told me No, I will be in that class or I will leave. I went back to class my thing and left. I had my first kid 9 months later, my second 2 years later...