I must confess… I hated middle school. Hated it.
I didn’t love high school that much either, but I really loathed middle school. In part because for me, getting through middle school involved a lot of pretending to like it. We moved when I was in the seventh grade, and as the “new girl” I did a lot of pretending. (look for that theme in my next book…)
Honestly, I’m not a good pretender.
But I’m happy to report that my return to middle school this week, for a three day school visit in Pikesville, MD, has been wonderful so far. Great kids! Nice grownups! Lovely school! A chance to be myself in a middle school for the first time.
All good stuff!
(though I might go out for lunch today. My nostalgia for cafeteria mashed taters can only extend so far)
I wonder… was it just me, or did other people struggle at that age? How was middle school for you? What sticks in your memory from those years?
My middle school highlight was probably being on the “publicity committee” with my friend Jacqui. We got to paint banners for all the school events. For some reason that was really fun.
My middle school DESPAIR involved a lot of bra snapping. Remember that? Remember when some boy a head shorter than you tried to snap your bra, and then laughed at you because you didn’t have one?
Oh, the shame…