As my last year in middle school comes to an end, I will give you the perspective of middle school from the eyes of a 13-year-old eighth grader. When I first walked into Krueger I remember all the thoughts going through my mind. I felt as if this was a new beginning, which it actually was. I had more responsibilities. I had expectations.
But as a childish 12-year-old, my mind was elsewhere. I was on cloud nine; I thought I was the coolest person. Until I met the upcoming eighth graders. I wanted to be them so badly. I saw them as role models more than my actual teachers were. I did not take my studies as seriously as I should have.