Keeping Secrets in Sixth Grade

Today I started middle school — a different campus, and completely different world. There’s nothing I’d like better than to share my first action-packed day of sixth grade, but unfortunately it’s after 2:30 a.m. and I need to be up in less than five hours. I’ve spent all night developing the plans for the spring phase of Reschool Yourself and can’t wait to share those with you, as well. Apparently my middle schooler classmates have taught me the art of keeping a secret…and then blabbing it the next day. As soon as I have a moment, I’ll write about:

– Changing in the locker room and running the track in P.E. clothes

– Standing around in a patented pre-teen cluster at lunch

– Triggering a variety of memories about classes, teachers, and personal dramas

I’m going to try a new approach of simply documenting what I’ve experienced each day without necessarily commenting on its greater significance. I hope this will let me share more as I go, and I can put on my psychology hat later. For now I’ll say that I’m in sixth grade this week, seventh next week, and eighth the following.

Ugggh, I just remembered that I didn’t do my homework, and there’s a test on the Language Arts selection first thing in the morning. Guess who’ll be getting up extra early to cram?

Comments (3)

  1. Darren

    After you put on your psychologist hat you can put on your worry hat!

  2. Alicia C.

    Ugh. I’d forgotten about lunch clusters! Always a moment of stomach churning anxiety. I used to hope that the person I was cool with at the moment wouldn’t be absent. It was soooo hard to walk up to a group of girls when your “in” wasn’t around!

  3. Margaret

    no worry hat!! none at all! ok, well, maybe that attempts to defy human nature, but… we can try. For me, it was a matter of finding a place to SIT to eat lunch. Probably as a result of some choking hazard incident in Iowa, yard duties enforced the no-standing-while-eating rule on the blacktop/ playground. So if you looked around the aluminum benches near the fence and didn’t see your fellow type of misfits, what did you do? I don’t remember… probably sit as far away from anyone as possible. Ah, socialization.


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