About Me

I am a proud wife and mother, and a born again Christian. I work from home as a writer while taking care of Miss N, our six-year-old, Miss M, our four-year-old and Miss C, our newest bundle of joy. Life is crazy but so much fun!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Seventh Grade - Learning to Navigate High School

As I opened my locker, checked my image in the magnetized mirror hanging in the door. My bangs had started to fall. It was time for a quick run to the bathroom and a spritz or two from my hairspray in my purse. But with just five minutes to get from one class to the next before being deemed tardy, I didn’t know if I had time. I would just have to wait until lunch.

Seventh grade brought me into the world of high school. Our school did not, at the time, have much separation between high school and junior high. We roamed the halls with the ninth through twelfth grades, doing our best to keep our heads above water.

Without Debbra in my class, I had to make new friends. Luckily, some new faces hit the scene. I remember specifically Paula H, Rachel D, August B, and Becky B, all of whom I connected with fairly well that year or the next.

I think seventh grade really solidified in my mind the fact that I was not “popular.” I think it bothered me more than I wanted to admit. While I liked the friends I had, I wanted to fit in, and specifically I wanted boys to notice me. When you stand head and shoulders over most of your classmates, including the boys, it’s hard to blend in with the crowd. I also thought I was fat. Looking back on pictures, I realize that I was nothing of the sort, but I was larger than most of my classmates, both in stature and build, and I always felt overweight. Now, I can only wish to be back at that weight. Finally, I had this huge head of bushy hair that I had not learned to control. Yeah, you can see it in the piano picture. It was really that bad.

That year I had a huge crush on a boy in our class. It was huge. I remember that he had this small gray Bible. Math class was after chapel, so he would have his Bible with him. He sat not far from me, and I would always steal his Bible, stick it in my purse, leaving just the bookmark ribbon sticking out. I have no idea what he thought of this, but I thought it was very funny.

One incident sticks out to me as far as teachers, and it really impacted some of how I taught when I was teaching. We had a teacher who was in his first year of teaching. Our class was horrible. We were just awful. Instead of using the discipline system that was in place at the time, this particular teacher decided to start assigning us to write sentences, and have our parents sign them. I got sentences assigned one day. It happened to be the day my brother had a surgery. I don’t even think I saw my parents that day for more than an hour. I did the sentences, but didn’t get them signed. Rather than listening to me, he just assigned more. Granted, I’m sure most of us, as seventh graders, had an excuse, but if a family member is having surgery, things just aren’t’ normal at home. Looking back, I’m sure he was at his whit’s end being a first year teacher with a class such as ours, but it solidified in my mind that I would listen to my students within reason when I taught.

In seventh grade I was obsessed with “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman,” a TV show about a female doctor back in the frontier days. When our church started a junior high youth program called Pro Teens, I really struggled with whether or not I should attend. The meetings were on Saturday night, the same time as my beloved Dr. Quinn. When I mentioned this to my parents, my mom chastised me for being so addicted to a TV show that I would put it in front of God. Luckily we had our trusty VHS machine, so my parents faithfully recorded my show for me while I went off to ProTeens and learned verses and Bible doctrines.

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Glenda Piper said...

I had the opposite problem. I was waaayyyy shorter than everyone so I felt self-conscious because of it. I love the picture of you playing the piano. And that teacher! I think some of the teachers I had in junior high is one of the reasons we homeschool now :-)

Amber @ The Momma Stuff Blog said...

I totally felt the same way about wanting to be popular, but not wanting to admit it. The teenage years are such a hard time for girls, but we persevere!! amber :)

Pepper said...

It's funny the things we do with our crushes, I am sure he knew why!

Isn't amazing how one action from a teacher can make such an impact on your life?

Jan said...

Wow I don't even remember the sentences. What I do remember is Joey had 'outpatient' surgery and ended up staying the night in the hospital because of complications. Yes it was a little stressful that day.
It is very sobering to realize that one 'little' action by an authority can have such an impact overall.
I love you

Janna said...

Ha! I remember the mirrors in our locker! It was such a big deal to decorate your locker.

You were thin and if you take away the dated fashion you will see a very beautiful girl.

Wow I didn't know you were such a bold admirer:)