Shannon Falls, August 2012

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Oh, to be in 8th grade

I had forgotten the awkwardness of 8th graders, that in-between age of doubting self, not understanding changes, and thinking you're bigger/more mature than you truly are. Ahhhh, puberty.

We had our first pep rally today. I have quite a few football players in my classes, and thanks to my husband and father, I can talk some football and hold my own. But it was very humorous to observe 6th-8th graders going nuts for a spirit stick, cheering on the football team and cheerleaders, and going crazy in general for just being out of class. And call me old-fashioned, but the moves of the dance team? I was uncomfortable. Holy moley.

And why do kiddos think they can get away with chewing gum, especially when it's blue?! I had to give a girl punish work today. I made her spit her gum out twice yesterday and warned her. And yet still she had it between her teeth asking me a questions. Dumb!

I'm also thinking maybe there's something wrong with me (not seriously). Students of mine keep getting sent to alternative school like there's no tomorrow for fighting, drugs, etc. Craziness.

And yet through it all, I must say, "GO JACKETS!"