Middle School Blues

I was ready for the first day of middle school to be bad, but it's worse than I imagined. My best friend Becca missed the bus; I can't find my way around the school; I still haven't found Becca; I don't see any of my friends; and every time the bell rings, I have to worry about getting to the next class on time.

The phys. ed. teacher sounds like a prison guard. Math class is even worse. I've been sent to the principal's office...and it's not even my fault. No wonder they call it middle school. You're stuck in the middle between little kid and grown-up, just trying to make your way out of the confusion. But some kids actually look happy here. Does that mean there's a chance things will get better?