I was substituting for a junior high English teacher on Friday. One of the assignments was for the kids to write a paragraph about what was one of the BEST memories of this year, and what was one of the worst memories. As the kids were writing, I decided to write my own memories of Butler Middle School.
I really enjoyed Drama in Jr High. I remember how much fun it was to do the play “Scrooge”. I loved being on stage. And that stupid talent show skit we did with the HUGE aspirin. That was SO MUCH fun.
Choir with Miss Ludwig was also fun. She would let students accompany the songs, and I practiced so much so I could accompany the choir on “To the Morning.” I could probably still play that song. I also learned “Do you hear what I hear?”, and that was a hard song. It was great that she let ANYONE try out to play these songs, not just one or two of the really good piano players (like Kimberly Brewster. I think she played for quite a few of the songs). I don’t remember if I played that in a concert or not. Why is it I remember the songs we sang in Junior High but I can’t remember my grocery store rewards card log in and password?
By 9th grade I felt like my friends and I were pretty important. We weren’t.
My worst memory of Middle School….
Oh, so many. Actually hubby and I were recently talking about this. He mentioned how awful it was to be a boy whose personal and private parts got “excited” for no apparent reason and then you had to walk to the next class. I don’t think I ever really noticed that problem, because as a girl, I was pretty preoccupied with my own personal hygiene issues. Periods usually start in Junior high, and after sitting in class, I would be pretty sure that something had bled through and I was absolutely certain everyone in the world KNEW about my problem. That’s when you tie a sweater or sweatshirt around your waist. Yep. That’s what THAT fashion statement is all about. And those stupid boys in metal shop (yes, I took metal shop) didn’t help. It seemed like all they EVER thought about was girls and their reproductive problems, and they were ALWAYS saying rude things that I won’t go into.
But somehow we survive the Junior high years, and hopefully the good memories outweigh the BAD memories.
Very funny stuff!