Memories of Middle School
Continuing on the theme of last week, I'm walking down memory lane. Five things I remember from middle school:
1 Fifth Grade: The first year I went to private school. I was so far behind in math I wanted to die! The girls had to wear dresses every day. Torture! One classmate, the aforementioned Robbie. The entire class of 4-6th graders busted out laughing when Robbie couldn't pronounce the word 'manure'. In his defense it was hyphenated at the end of a line man-ure when it should have been ma-nure, but still. It was funny to us.
2 Sixth Grade: Three kids in my class, and me the only girl. David was tall and skinny and blond and we called him G.A.S. (Not for the reason you're thinking) G.A.S. stood for Get-Away-Sticks because his legs were like toothpicks and he was a fast runner.
3 Seventh Grade: The two boys left the school and two girls came. Mindy and Katrina, and we were a class of three. Happy me, I had a new friend in Mindy. She wanted to be a pathologist like Quincy on tv, which I thought was gross, but she was still a lot of fun. Seventh Grade was also the year of "The Permanent". I wanted one of those spiral perms, Shirley Temple ringlets that bounced and shone (Mostly because with my already thick, curly hair, I couldn't have a Dorothy Hamill wedge or Farrah Fawcet feathered wings) What I got was a cross between Bozo the Clown and Jimmy Walker on Rogaine. I wanted to expire, shave my head, and move to Madagascar. Instead, I had to go to school where people gawked and stared and I felt a freak. The next day my mom took me in to a different hairdresser and they cut it super short.
4 Eight Grade: I grew taller than my older sister. Still hated wearing dresses. Awkward, changing, an odd combination of boisterously silly and reclusively insecure. (Kind of like now. lol)
9 Ninth Grade: I started the year with a classmate, but by semester she had gone to public school. From this point on, I was the only on in my grade. Mr. Heter became the upper grade teacher. He read books to us just after lunch. We read about a KGB Officer who converted to Christianity and defected to America, the Wreck of the Andrea Doria, L'Abri (which we all agreed was the most boring book ever...I think we were too young to appreciate it) and fiction favorites like Where the Red Fern Grows (half the class busted out in tears the last day of that one) and Treasures of the Snow.
How about you? Got any Middleschool Memories?