by Timothy Jung (6th)

Note: This is NOT supposed to represent any type of school. This is a fictional piece that is set inside a public school, NOT to be confused with anything else.

Middle School. Am I right? We thought that we were big kids. Don’t let me hear the end of it. Now? 5th grade was enough for me. No matter what, I felt reluctant to go to school. Now? Get an F and celebrate. Now? Get into a fist-fight in the bathroom and invite 22 people to spectate. 

The “common sense” for everyone is if someone hits you, you hit them back. Revenge, they say. As soon as school begins, you start picking fights on innocent people. Is that revenge? Then fairness. “The world isn’t fair,” they say. So you want to make it more and more unfair? No middle schooler would have made it in “the old days,” my grandpa says. If only. If only. Dishonesty. Revenge. Unfairness. You name it. The world is full of it. Now all we have is nature. Nature is the one beautiful thing. It was perfect from the start.