My daughter loves to write, and has been asking if she could do a Fun Friday post for me. She thought it would be fun to share some stories of the tween life.
Boy am I glad I don’t ever have to go back!
Here’s Jilly…
Everyone thinks being a kid is so easy, but school is so brutal! Every day is like an adventure, from the cafeteria to the classroom, anything can happen.
With that I present to you…
“A Day in the Life of a Middle Schooler.”
It’s looking at me, I thought, looking back at it.
Ugh, I really don’t want to touch that thing.
My lab partner picked it up. I’d worked the system, so my partner got the joy of dissecting the whole cow-eye by himself, I just had to observe.
As he started cutting it open, I laughed because I didn’t know what else to do. My partner (the tough guy), started gagging. In an attempt to help, I told him just to pretend it was Play-Doh.
It seemed to help. Well, it did until he hit the aqueous humor, that’s when it started to drip!
“Ewwww! Drippy Play-Doh, drippy Play-Doh!”
Poor guy. I’d ruined Play-Doh for him forever!
This next example proves that even lunchtime can be rough…
It was spirit day at my school. The theme was Color Wars. Sixth graders wore white, seventh wore gold, and eighth grade wore blue.
Dressed from head to toe in white, I’d been careful all day. During lunch, me and some of my friends were walking the track. Two of my guy friends have made a game out of sneaking up on me, taking things from my backpack, then running away and returning them later.
They were at it again, and I was running away. The security guard outside blew her whistle, telling us it was time to go to our next class.
I started walking backwards so my friends couldn’t get to me. They were laughing and I didn’t understand why. That’s when I started falling. They had planned it all!
When I had began walking backwards, my friends noticed the huge pile of backpacks I’d somehow missed. They were leading me towards it! In all my clean, white glory… I tripped over the mound of backpacks… into a pile of mud.
By some miracle I caught myself, and got up without a drop of mud on me. My face was flaming red and my hands were aching from the impact, but I got to my next class, ALL the contents of my backpack present and accounted for!
~Jilly
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First of all…love her name, so cute. It looks like it suits her : )
Great post…that whole stealing from the backpack scenario definitely took me back to middle school. I’m with you on going back…no thank you.
Enjoy your weekend!
They’re doing a project on how they got their names in one of her classes. She keeps asking me for some exciting story and I tell her we just really liked that name. Now she wants to know WHY we liked it… LOL
Great post! I am glad you landed gracefully. Or didn’t land. I’m glad it worked out.
Seriously the quote of the day! “Drippy Play-doh” I actually laughed out loud. It was great. hehehe.
hi jilly!
love you post. you need to do this more often. being old and not in school anymore, i love hearing about what goes on in middle school from an insiders point of view.
Thank you! And I certainly have plenty of stories to share!
You’re awfully brave to wear all white out of the house. I don’t think I would last 5 minutes without getting something on me, including cow eye juice.
I was asked several times if I didn’t know better than to wear white after labor day by some of my older friends. So it was brave in more ways than one to wear all white!
Nicely done! I’m definitely okay with not having to dissect cow eyeballs or frogs or fetal pigs… not my deal (and God still loves me).
I am right with Jilly, let the lab partner do the gross stuff, actually I am pretty sure I missed school the day we dissected the frog
And she is very brave to wear white, I would of worn the mud and never gotten my clothes clean again!
lol, I find it ironic that I was the one who always did the dissecting. It worked out because in my graduating class, we had twice as many girls as guys, but I was always the one who wanted to do the cutting.
And color wars…*snicker* When I was a senior, our asb representative for school spirit was also a senior, and so she told the whole school beforehand that she’d be counting each individual item you wore. however, she only clarified with the senior class that when she said “individual,” she meant it. each scrunch, each elastic, per sock, &tc. we won that year. but we didn’t cheat…no one else asked
Hey it’s not cheating if no one gets caught! And I might use that trick for next spirit day. I’m an asb rep so it’s my job to know these things… sort of.
And I’ll pass on the dissecting any day thank you very much.
lol, just don’t forget, Jill, that my high school had only 110 students. It was pretty easy for one person to do all the counting…
that was supposed to be “Jilly”! I have NO clue what happened to the y! don’t tell your dad!
I won’t tell… Today at least.