What was your worst middleschool experience?

Question

Why?

Answer 1

During lunch hour, a bunch of the popular girls were comparing their nail polish colors, and the most popular girl, Jennifer, asked me to compare, too. After we'd all shown our nails, Jenn said, "Oh, Ashleigh's would be best, but she's a nerd, so she doesn't count." Everybody laughed, and my heart broke.

Answer 2

I dressed as Dracula for Halloween, and used Vaseline instead of Brylcream to slick down my hair. It does not wash out!!

For a whole week people would ask me why my hair was wet. Did I just go swimming? or "Eww your hair is so greasy, you should go home and wash it." I swear I washed my hair four times twice a day, and still couldn't get it out.

Answer 3

A nasty guy told people I'd had sex with him when I had not. Why was this bad? This happened back when fourteen-year-olds having sex was not business as usual. I unfortunately did not have a protective older brother to beat the puke out of him as he deserved.

Answer 4

Well, it's been soooooooo long since I've been in the grades that might be nowadays called "middleschool" that I'm not sure of what, if any "bad" experiences I had. Would 5th and 6th grade be considered Middleschool?? If that's so, well, let me think. That'd be back in 1961-'62, as I can best calculate, so . . ., let me see. Hmmm. I can remember having a great teacher in the 5th grade, and a pathetic teacher in the 6th because she was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo old and blind and barely could walk or hear. But, I can't remember any "bad" experiences except that of not learning enough, and maybe not studying enough. My dad got tired of that, especially in the subject of math, so, on the first day of the summer vacation, after dinner that last day of school that year, my dad hands me a piece of notebook paper with 10 very simple math problems on them, things like 5x7, or 42 divided by 6, and such, and he said, "Son, take these 10 problems upstairs and work them out and then bring them back down to me. And, son, for every one you get wrong, you'll have 10 more to do." So, my simple math told me that, if I got them all wrong, which was likely, I'd have 100 problems to do the next day. But, I was LUCKY. I only had 70 problems to do the next day, the first day of summer vacation. In the morning, before he went to work, my father brought me 70 problems that he had made up and written down on notebook paper, with the very same instructions: for every one you get wrong, you'll have 10 more to do the next day. Again, my simple math told me that it was possible that I'd have 700 problems to do the next day. BUT, I REALLY SHARPENED MY MATH SKILLS, sooooo, I only had 90 problems to do the next day, the second day of summer vacation, because I had gotten 9 problems wrong! But, 9 wrong out of 70 was a whole lot better than 7 out of 10 wrong like the first day. So, the third day came along, and the end result was that I had 110 problems to do the next day, and this process went on all the way through the middle of July, and I was doing up to 130 problems a day, while my friends were out playing swimming in the summer vacation. And finally, I got myself down to NO MORE PROBLEMS!!! I think my dad was as happy as I was, because he was making up all the problems, AND grading them at night, only to make more problems the next day, to grade the next night. So, it was a tough summer for me that year, but, I can tell you now, decades later, that if you put two or more numbers together and tell me what you want me to do with them, I'll be more accurate and quicker than any god-forsaken calculator!! And my banker is my witness, as he marveled at how fast I added and subtracted numbers in my head as he was using a desktop calculator. He asked me how I learned to be so fast, so much so that I got the "bottom-line" number faster than he did. That's when I told him about my dad, and the summer after my sixth grade. I thought my dad was one mean man back then, but today, and over the past couple of decades, I have grown to love that man, now deceased as of last year, because he had the guts enough to dare to be disliked by his own son, and his only son, in order to get things done right. God Bless that dad of mine. I hope he's reading my answer to you as I type it. He hated calculators and computers, but maybe he'll see this big tribute to my toughest time in my middleschool years, and smile, and feel a warmth and glow in his heart, because his only son realizes how great he was, and will always love him for being so gutsy. God Bless you.

Answer 5

I got my period on the first day of 7th grade. I was wearing white pants. A really nice guy came up to me handed me his hoodie and told me to got the the bathroom. He was a really good guy when you think how immature most 7th grades guys are... his mamma raised him right.

Answer 6

When i was in 7th grade i went to the bathroom and my dress got caught in my pantyhose and I didn't know it!! I walked down the hall and people just kept laughing.....idiots!!!

Answer 7

I lost my virginity on the teachers table by a elementry school person, I can't remember who, I think it was Jay Leno, Ha Ha you I see, I am American, I know Jay Leno and Abrahams Lincon Bye

Answer 8

I'm still in middle school.But of all the memories I have so far,it would be being called "mexican"just becuase my name is the same as that mexican candy.I'M NOT MEXICAN!!!!

Answer 9

I don't know. I've subconsciously blocked out my entire middle school experience...;-)

Answer 10

I'm mixed (black & white) and I used to get called names like zebra, oreo, salt & pepper...it was horrible...