March 6, 2011 Continuing middle school thoughts...
Since I received some of my comments on my last post, I decided to mention that I too moved locations when I was around the age of thirteen. After all those things happened to me, my parents planned to move to another school district about seven miles northwest of where I basically had called home from three years of age until March of my seventh grade year. We moved!
I can still remember my last day of school. It was so hard. I hated saying good bye to my friends. You may say it was only 7 miles, but it might as well have been 1000 miles because I never saw some of those people again in my life. We moved across a county line and it was a new school district, new phone, different house, new bus ride, new people to learn to know, and a totally new world. I moved from a large school district to a small one.
Some say that must have made it easier. No, not really. I was used to attending a Junior High where we changed classes...I'm talking about 1962 and this was an up and coming district. They were pretty advanced. I moved to a school that put me in a classroom with one teacher in seventh grade and I might change for music and P. E., but that was about it.
All my grades dropped a letter grade or two. It was a tough time for me. I remember thinking I don't know if I can do this. The children were friendly enough. I came from basically a city school, where I was somewhat of an outcast though, now that I think of it. I was a farm girl. Here in the new school, I was in a rural school district. It was like I went back in time. Most of the students lived on farms. That was a switch and I learned to love it there! The toughest part was breaking into the cliques that the children already had made. They had been together since kindergarten or first grade.
I felt like a third wheel in middle school. I ran around with two girls that had been friends for a long time. They were nice to me, but it still wasn't the best situations. It took until my freshman or sophomore year of high school until I felt like I really belonged there. Well, enjoy your week! Happy slicing! Sorry I missed a day! I'll share what happened later... :)
I can still remember my last day of school. It was so hard. I hated saying good bye to my friends. You may say it was only 7 miles, but it might as well have been 1000 miles because I never saw some of those people again in my life. We moved across a county line and it was a new school district, new phone, different house, new bus ride, new people to learn to know, and a totally new world. I moved from a large school district to a small one.
Some say that must have made it easier. No, not really. I was used to attending a Junior High where we changed classes...I'm talking about 1962 and this was an up and coming district. They were pretty advanced. I moved to a school that put me in a classroom with one teacher in seventh grade and I might change for music and P. E., but that was about it.
All my grades dropped a letter grade or two. It was a tough time for me. I remember thinking I don't know if I can do this. The children were friendly enough. I came from basically a city school, where I was somewhat of an outcast though, now that I think of it. I was a farm girl. Here in the new school, I was in a rural school district. It was like I went back in time. Most of the students lived on farms. That was a switch and I learned to love it there! The toughest part was breaking into the cliques that the children already had made. They had been together since kindergarten or first grade.
I felt like a third wheel in middle school. I ran around with two girls that had been friends for a long time. They were nice to me, but it still wasn't the best situations. It took until my freshman or sophomore year of high school until I felt like I really belonged there. Well, enjoy your week! Happy slicing! Sorry I missed a day! I'll share what happened later... :)
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