Last week, we covered childhood. Childhood was awesome: I was adorable, I read early, grown-ups loved me, and kids hadn't gotten mean yet.
Then came sixth grade. (Cue ominous music.)
So my sixth grade class had eighteen kids in it. And we got hit with the hormone stick--hard. Which meant that suddenly, my best friend since the second grade turned into the coolest girl in the class. She herself didn't really get mean, but the other girls divided into two different factions of mean girls and neither of them had room for a girl who had tangled hair, crooked teeth, and wore a lot of holiday-themed sweaters on dress-down non-uniform days.
|Adorable as tree ornaments; less adorable as clothing. (Source: jspad on Flickr.)|
And forget about the boys. I had already made my crush-since-third-grade cry by asking him to skate with me during a "hitchhiker" skate at the monthly school roller-skating party. Also, bizarrely, all the cool boys in my class spent the year fighting over who was which Happy Days character. YUP. They were definitely too cool for me. Suffice it to say that by the end of the year, on our class field trip to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, my "group" was me, my mom, the new girl who was known only as "the girl who eats her chapstick", and her mom, because no one else would be in a group with either one of us. (She was a perfectly nice girl, by the way. And who hasn't enjoyed a flavored Lipsmacker a little overzealously?)
So, by the end of sixth grade, transferring to public school seemed like a pretty great idea. Especially when it looked like a school straight out of a TV show...
Luckily, this was a much better experience. But I think that's a story for another Tuesday!
What was your least favorite year of school? Would you re-visit it if you could?