Another Memory Trip

Hey folks. Thanks for indulging me in my recent trips into the past, with photographs of my hometown. I'll be uploading the rest to Flickr sometime, but this seemed like a good way to keep up blogging while I'm otherwise occupied with packing up and moving. Speaking of that, I should actually be back up and running relatively quickly after Friday, given that our Internet works when it's supposed to. Excellent!

Today's photo is my old middle school, which was a high school before that and dates back to at least the 30's. In sixth grade, the first year I was there, there was no air conditioning. I remember buying one of those little battery-powered fans with the foam blades that attached to my desk so I wouldn't die of heat exhaustion in the early weeks of the year. Luckily, the weather evened out after a while, and over the next two years, the A/C was welcomed.

Middle school is a very transitional period for a lot of kids. I hated sixth grade for the hormonally-fueled ridicule I endured as the "brain" of the class. It got a little better during seventh and eighth grade, when my friendships with my best friends like Stuart and Joe strengthened, but it was still a difficult time to get through. I imagine it's even worse today, but it's during middle school that girls and guys really start getting serious in relationships, people are still cruel to each other, and in my school, those of us that weren't jocks were left trying to figure out how the world was really going to work when we grew up.

Luckily, I turned out just fine. The crowning achievement of middle school was our eighth grade class' production of Grease. By the end of the eighth grade, we were kings. It was all part of the cycle of school years.