Movin' on up
At the end of every school year, I would begin telling people that I was in the next grade as soon as possible. For example, on the last day of school as a freshman I would begin referring to myself as a sophomore. Even before the final bell of the year, I was a sophomore and you better shut it if you thought otherwise. I guess things don't change much because, at The Creek, everyone has cast off this last school year like a muddy old pair of boots.
"7th grade?" they say. "7th grade was soooo two days ago. I'm no 7th grader. I'm an 8th grader, fool!"
And don't you dare call a student who is going to be starting high school in the fall a jr. higher. They will break you in half before ever being identified as a middle school student again. I know. I have been broken many times. It's the perils of being old I guess...or should I look ahead to the next big transition in life and start calling myself dead?
"7th grade?" they say. "7th grade was soooo two days ago. I'm no 7th grader. I'm an 8th grader, fool!"
And don't you dare call a student who is going to be starting high school in the fall a jr. higher. They will break you in half before ever being identified as a middle school student again. I know. I have been broken many times. It's the perils of being old I guess...or should I look ahead to the next big transition in life and start calling myself dead?