Thursday, August 5, 2010

Seventh Grade

Today's winner (chosen by random.org) is Crystal with this comment:
Yeah being the small fish again wasn't much fun huh? I much preferred the years when I was 'on the top', though being on the bottom meant my sister wasn't in the same school as me, which I enjoyed!
Good for you with the red, white, and blue! You were more aware of that stuff then I ever was at that age. I only vaguely even knew who Princess Di or Mother Teresa were the year they died (my 7th grade year).
Thanks for sharing and happy 1st birthday Of Such is the Kingdom!! :)

Thanks, Crystal, and happy partying!


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Now on to seventh grade...
Seventh grade was that year when all the big shot sixth graders from the last year became the really small fish in the high school.
Seventh grade was that year when I was a bleached blonde, dark skinned little thing because of going to the pool every single day of the summer before.
Seventh grade was that year when I graduated from the Dynamite Lines to Tiger Times and had to hand in my articles to a huge (and I do mean huge) seventh grader. I can remember very clearly the fear in which I sought her out and the trepidation with which I turned over my writing.
Seventh grade was that year when I buried myself in books during study hall and hardly even noticed the people around me.
Seventh grade was the year of the year of Desert Storm, and being the patriotic (and fashion-less) little girl that I was, I decided to wear only red, white, and blue until the war was over. And I did it. Every single day.
Seventh grade was the year of a sex ed class where I pretended to know everything already but really knew absolutely nothing. And I'm not sure I actually learned anything in it either except that a woman can only get pregnant a few days a month. I was both naive and very innocent for my entire high school career.
Seventh grade was a passage. Most of my friends "grew up" that year. But I was still just a little girl.
Seventh grade was the year I chose the flute, or maybe it chose me, as a way to enter the grown up world of the marching band. It was the year that I and a fellow flute player decided we would be drum majors when we got old enough. She went on to desert the band and become a (very good) cheerleader. I went on to become drum major.
And seventh grade was a good year. How do I know? I made it through!
This post is in conjunction with a history-recording summer-long party over at Mommy's Piggy Tales. We're writing about one memory from a particular year of our lives each Thursday until September 16. Here is my walk down memory lane so far:
Second Grade: Wendy and Me
Third Grade: I'll Never Cheat Again
Fourth Grade: SURE Thing
Fifth Grade: The Pageants
Sixth Grade: Dynamite Lines
Memory lane is definitely a place I love that brings me great joy!

18 comments:

  1. What a fun post - I never would have thought that I could remember so much from 7th grade - but all your memories brought back mine too! Have a great week!

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    Thanks for the win yesterday!

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  4. Yeah being the small fish again wasn't much fun huh? I much preferred the years when I was 'on the top', though being on the bottom meant my sister wasn't in the same school as me, which I enjoyed!
    Good for you with the red, white, and blue! You were more aware of that stuff then I ever was at that age. I only vaguely even knew who Princess Di or Mother Teresa were the year they died (my 7th grade year).
    Thanks for sharing and happy 1st birthday Of Such is the Kingdom!! :)

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  5. Seventh grade... hmmmm
    Since I didn't experience middle school (I was in a Catholic school where we stayed put until Freshman year) I feel like I missed out on some of the angst. We were still big fish that year.

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  6. Wow . . . seventh grade . . . I think that's the year that one of the boys kicked a hole in the classroom wall. Giggle.

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  7. And it was the year I "became a woman" --5th bell, Mrs. Sacre's social studies class--it required a run to the bathroom, a run to the nurse, and a feeling that I was finally part of this cool club! (little did I know that how annoying that time of the month can be!)

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  8. 7th grade was a good year for me too...we didn't move to the high school until 8th grade, so I was still a big fish...and still a little girl. thanks for sharing :)

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  9. Very fun! I was one of those kids that "grew up" a little later than others too! (That, I'll never forget!) Thanks for sharing!!
    Kelly D. ~ dkad23(at)gmail(dot)com

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  10. Seventh grade was the year I punched a boy in the face for breaking my best friend's heart and calling her stupid four-eyes. After his butt hit the dirt...I made him apologize. I'll never forget that.

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  11. Seventh grade was the year I went boy crazy! Probably not something I should be advertising LOL

    I love reading about how everybody else dealt with growing up and other issues when they were younger.

    Maggie at tethered mommy dot com

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  12. Visiting via just for the joy of it from www.imalazymom.com

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  13. I can't believe you wore red, white and blue every day of Desert Storm, that's very patriotic! Great stories!

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  14. Man...I feel horrible ;o). Seventh grade was an evil year for me. I was not a nice chick.

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  15. He he, I learned about sex in my fifth grade sex class. Hard to believe, since I had 4 older siblings, but I was that innocent too. My "maturation" class sounds a little more informative than yours. I remember someone asking if they still had to use the bathroom to pee (or if they could just use their pad). Yikes!

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  16. Oh what a fun way to celebrate!!! I blocked all of jr. high out ;)

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  17. Yay! I never win anything! I will send you that email tomorrow, its been a crazy week/weekend here!

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  18. I enjoyed the way you shared all these things. I still felt very much a "little girl" in jr. high too. I love how you put your mind to something and do it- like the red, white and blue and drum major!

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