Yea, I’d agree with 7th and 8th. 13-14 year olds are old enough to be relatively smart and know what things can hurt others, but young enough that most haven’t fully developed a sense of empathy. While most kids are relatively good, more than a handful will exhibit literal psychopathic tendencies that would get any adult labeled as highly dangerous or criminally insane. And they locked us all inside with them.

I’m not exaggerating when I say those were the darkest days of my life. High school wasn’t much better, but holy shit middle school was definitely responsible for the majority of my childhood trauma at the hands of my peers.

hard to say, all were so depressing, from the very start I had no one to talk to, changed schools countless times, never was able to develop any kind of long time friendship

6th, 7th and 8th grade. I felt that they were the worst because, everything I remembered that was built up from the previous grades just fell apart. I was involved with an unhealthy friend circle and didn’t really care for it, I lost the friends I actually cared for prior to this circle. Nothing felt that innocent and true anymore.

Then I would say Junior and Senior years of high school. I felt they were a great contrast to the more colorful freshman and sophomore years I had. I was starting to have feelings about how directionless I really was and how I felt I was going to be very lost after it is all over. I was also grasping to the fact that I may not have all of the friends I’ve acquired throughout my time in high school, something that wouldn’t come true until about 18 years later where all but a few are just gone.

Yes

Graduate school, without a doubt.

my guess is i told a girl i liked/wanted to be friends with my address and she was popular/bullied me so she told the other popular kids but I can’t be certain

3rd grade teacher killed himself.

6th grade, no teacher for half the year.

I didn’t like any year in school, and honestly wake up every day happy not to have to go to school.

All of them. School was horrible. And not only did I have to fight with undiagnosed autism, the apartment I lived at had no heating and water didn’t drain so you had to shovel it from the bathtub to the toilet after showering or washing hair. It was all around torture.

I did have bad years in school as a kid because of bullies as well. I used to dwell on it a lot. I did conselling some years ago because it was affecting my confidence still and I am glad I did.

Ngl around 16/17 when I started hearing voices and seeing things in the shadows. It’s hard to stay concentrated on your school work when your hearing bugs in your head telling you that they’ve just broken into your brain. That’s just what schizophrenia is like. I’ll just be going around the place talking to people normally like I’m not hearing the most unhinged voices in my head.

Probably 6th/7th grade. My mom joined the school board around that time and started ruffling a lot of feathers and in general being needlessly meddlesome. The teachers targeted me to try to get her to back off. They’d poke fun at me, “lose” the homework I’d turned in, mark my grades down for petty reasons, etc. That is also on top of the constant bullying by other students for being one of the Unpopulars™.

8th grade got a little better and then after that, I departed from that awful school district and the rest of my time in secondary school improved substantially.

Up until highschool I would say. I was a scrawny little south east Asian kid with thick glasses and straight As who got bullied by a bunch of huge white kids.

Then puberty hit.

Probably 9th or 10th grade. A group had ganged up on one of my friends. They bullied him mercilessly, shit in his locker, pushed and shoved him whenever they saw him. I wasn’t the target but there was nothing I could do that would stop them. He cracked it one day and hit one of them after being harrased for 30 minutes straight, turned into a group brawl.

Our group of friends all got on well but we all felt like we were on the outer. Thankfully it got better in subsequent years after the worst of the bullies dropped out of school.

Maybe 5-6th grade, where I was bullied since the 1st grade non-stop and one of my coping mechanism perchance thanks to my homophobe mom, was just being blatantly hateful towards this group, but bum bumm bumm this silly little me realized that I’m actually bi af in 5th grade, so that definitely dug my self hatred in an even more profound level. I needed 7 years to change my internalized homophobia into self love and coming out.

Life can be whacky, but I’m deeply proud of achieveing this feat.

Message to OP: Make a post some days later with the complete opposite question. Spread some positivity :3

From 5th grade onward I didn’t spend two consecutive years in the same school district. I was perpetually the new, weird, poor, neurodivergent, easy-target kid who sucked at making friends, so they pretty much all sucked in uniquely scarring ways. The best part is my parents thought they were doing me a favor by trying to find a school that would be good with my neurospice… We didn’t actually move from the time I was 9-16. Only me.

I have no clue how to make or maintain friendships and I desperately want to move cities, or at least homes, every couple of years or I get restless. Very glad I’m well educated, though, it makes the isolation that much more profound.