I would say it was alright. I may not have had many friends, but that extra time I had allowed me to get into programming with JavaScript and Python.

It has had its memories. But, whenever I'm asked if I had any fond memories from my childhood, I leap to teenager years and high school. Because they were infinitely better.

My middle school years was filled with tons of humiliation, tons of setbacks, tons of embarrassing moments and nothing about it I've ever looked back on and was proud about. I was so hateful of my middle school years, I shredded all of my report cards. Not that they'd mean anything, but they reflected upon things about myself then and where everything was at the time. Sure I was a kid who did kid things, but I wasn't considered a normal kid and I didn't get to live a normal kid life.

Mostly spent time alone, I was too naive to understand how broken I really was, would be nice to back to that

School in general sucked for me. Getting bullied and treated like garbage from kindergarten all the way till graduation does that. Made me not want to touch any form of schooling for years afterwards. I'm only now, 13 years later, starting to slowly open up to the possibility of maybe studying something in a structured school environment one day when I'm rich enough to afford it.

Horrible time of my life.

Year 7-9 was pretty alright for me! I had cut out all the people I dislike in my class by year 6 so after that I had a nice, tight-knit friend group.

It sucked. My worst experiences grades 1-12 were in middle school.

I threw up every morning from anxiety.

It was alright

Worst years of my life. Some par for the course, some not. For example, it probably didn't help that my school district was going through a reorganization and I went to 4 different schools in 4 years (grades 6-9).

Well, one time a bunch of kids hit me and beat me with sticks like i was a piñata then they pushed me into the street whilst a truck was driving towards me. And the teachers didn't do jack squat about it because they didn't see it happen.

So no, Middle School was awful

Is that equivalent to years 7 to 9? I don't want to share too many details online, but safe to say those years were not a good experience for me.

I liked middle school. People were nice. Teachers cared. We managed to have some fun too. it was a break from the constant bullying at the school before. They had mean teachers too. High school was pretty bad for me. So, while middle school wasn’t everything I hoped it would be. It was better than both what came before and what came after.

I tried to kill myself then

In and of itself was a good safe excellent school & peers & teachers but hormonally I had a couple crying episodes right in the middle of classroom those years.

I went to catholic school till 8th grade and was pretty introverted as a kid. So mostly bad but it basically got better really as I got older and high school was much better. I went from being the geek of the class to being in a group of geeks at a school.

UK here, someone else mentioned that might be about year 7-9? Managed to not kill myself so I guess it could have been worse.

Socially was okay, but academically was horrible.

Honestly not great, I started drinking and using at the time. I was academically a mess, I went a private school and was the poor kid who had a terrible temper and was often picked on knowing I’d fight. Very suicidal, very much an addict, my Dad was a workaholic and my Mom often had cancer so it was a mess

tl;dr: At the start of middle school it was terrible, bullying and sadness but by the end I had lots of friends, self confidence, I was getting attention from girls, just a complete 180.

6th grade, awful. Bullied, insecure egg. Very depressed

7th grade I realized I was taller and bigger than most of the other kids. Parents made me play rec league basketball and I would foul out every game swinging on jocks I didn't like. I also got into guns, airsoft, paintball, hunting, and knives that year. People pretty much completely stopped messing with me and I made friends. Still a depressed egg but it was much more bearable only feeling bad because of what's in my head vs how other people treated me

8th grade I started dressing better. People sometimes would ask if I was emo if I wore all black but not in a bullying way. I had long hair and I started straightening it. I'd tell people I was metrosexual and somehow never got made fun to my face for it. I was still repping guns was identity and knocking people over, smacking kids playing basketball. Still a depressed egg tho