WHY I HATED THE 6TH GRADE

The First Day

Beginning around the 6th grade I started wearing jeans on the first day of school. Since the 6th grade was the beginning of middle school for me, I knew I'd be lumped in with the "big kids" and needed to somehow be cool. Wearing jeans was a way to look casual and "safe" just to see what other people are wearing. What I didn't know was that when you're in 6th grade, what ever you do is not cool. You're the lowest of the low.

My first experience of subjugation towards the 7th and 8th graders came around lunch time when I had to open my locker. We never had lockers in the 5th grade, so getting past that combination lock was a big deal. Turn to the right . . .turn to the left . . .pass the original number . . .uggh. I could never get it on the first try! Finally, when I got it open, books fell out along with a dollar bill.

Just as I reached over to get that dollar bill, along came a 7th grader who picked it up for me and then said, "It's mine now!"

And that is why I hated the 6th grade.


LIFE RIGHT NOW

We had some friends over today. Robin showed off his cooking skills. He was the chef and I was his assistant chef. I helped with presentation, virgin cocktails and dessert. But he planned it all and it went very well.

I'm in my second trimester now. I've noticed the baby move earlier than I did during the first pregnany, but I'm also much bigger than I was during the first.