Reading these awkward times of your youth remind me of one memory of when I was a middle schooler.
At the beginning of my 7th grade year, when the geography teacher was going over his classroom rules and regulations, I did not know at the time that a pager was another term for a beeper. I never heard of that word back then, seriously! I raised my hand and asked him what it was, and then my peers laughed at me. For some months later I got picked on.
That sounds unnecessarily harsh for just not knowing a word.
There's a whole slew of words I'm glad I never got the opportunity to say out loud before I found out how they were actually pronounced. Dais, banal, macabre, perpetuity...
Well, that's middle school kids for ya; they tend to be very mean.
I hated most of middle school because of this. Well it was all part of the challenge of life--finding where I belonged among my peers.
I'm glad I managed to change things all around by the end of 8th grade. If I hadn't, then I would have had the hardest time in high school. I would've been a very miserable person, and a loner.
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At the beginning of my 7th grade year, when the geography teacher was going over his classroom rules and regulations, I did not know at the time that a pager was another term for a beeper. I never heard of that word back then, seriously! I raised my hand and asked him what it was, and then my peers laughed at me. For some months later I got picked on.
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There's a whole slew of words I'm glad I never got the opportunity to say out loud before I found out how they were actually pronounced. Dais, banal, macabre, perpetuity...
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I hated most of middle school because of this. Well it was all part of the challenge of life--finding where I belonged among my peers.
I'm glad I managed to change things all around by the end of 8th grade. If I hadn't, then I would have had the hardest time in high school. I would've been a very miserable person, and a loner.
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