Alex Fisher's Middle School Memory

6th grade. The time of my life. It was almost summer. My plan was to hang out with all my friends from Concord, “my old school”. Then my mother told he I was going to Harbor Schools the next year. I was torn inside all my friends that I ever made were at Concord and I was going to leave.

Harbor Springs Schools? Most people think it’s a preppy school. Well it is. It was 7th grade and everyone looked at me if I were a social outcast. All the jocks were pricks and were just asking for it. I remember the multiple times I ate lunch all by myself, all the times the teacher asked if I was in class and no one even knew who I was. They say, “silence is Golden”, well it is, but gold rusts.

It wasn’t until 8th grade that I made friends at this new hellhole. Even then, I only hung out with them at school. I remember going back to Concord to hang out with my old friends. I remember telling them that Harbor is the worst school. Everyone is preppy and if you don’t fit in then you wont survive. They all wanted me to come back. I wanted to go back.

I used to nag to my mom for hours upon hours. It never worked. I had to suffer this Harbor Springs life.

I remember in 7th grade not going on a field trip. I hung out with the 8th graders. They were the first kids that were nice to me. But it was only for two days, and then things went back to normal. I remember in eighth grade not going on the class trip. I had to stay in the office all day “ to not get any unexcused absences”. The long quiet days of homework I had to do, the nagging voice of the office lady talking to parents, it made me want to cut my ears off just so they wouldn’t hurt anymore.

It was the big summer. My last summer of being a kid. My last summer with no worries. My last summer before high school.

I still didn’t have any good friends in Harbor, so I spent all my time in Petoskey. My old friends are still as chill as they ever were. I used to skateboard and just run around. I thought the fun would never end. Then came high school.