This post started out about bras and slowly evolved into a middle school memories post. Reader discretion is advised. :)
So I just got done reading a post about bras and the embarrassing moments that ensue when you first get one, etc. It got me thinking about how powerful peer pressure is, because I remember that the only reason I started wearing one in 7th grade was that the boys in my math class one day decided that it was hilarious to go around snapping bras. I sat there in terrified silence (who knows where the teacher was), convinced that they would try to do it to me and realize that I wasn't wearing one. When I got home that day, I immediately went to my mother and told her that I needed to get a bra ASAP! (I really didn't need one until 9th grade) What a dumb thing. Not that I gave in to peer pressure, but that those kinds of situations happen all the time, especially when it comes to going through puberty and all that entails. I would not go through middle school again for any amount of money or for any incentive that you could possibly think of. It was a horrible time for me and for so many other kids. I also remember (also 7th grade) sitting all in a row on the gym floor, waiting for gym class to start. I sat between two "popular" girls who of course shaved their legs already, and that was a frequent topic of conversation for them. I didn't need to shave my legs at that point...I've always had very light hair that you could only see if you really looked for it. However, all these girls had to do was look at my legs, which they did, and the peer pressure was again enough to get me to start shaving them. Does a 12-year-old *really* need to shave her legs???
I also remember (what is it with all these 7th grade incidents??) sitting in science class at the end of a particularly hot day and being hyper-aware of the fact that I had forgotten to put deodorant on that morning. And, let me just tell you, at that point in my life, I needed to wear deodorant! :) I reeked. Badly. And I was of course seated in the middle of the classroom. I'll never forget sitting there with my arms pressed as tightly to my sides as they could possibly go, hoping against hope that no one else would notice. Well, come on, peeps, these are 7th graders we're talking about! They're not known for their tact. :) The kid behind me started sniffing the air and was like, "What's that smell?", causing me to instinctively press my arms tighter against my sides) And what kills me is that the girl next to him, who I *thought* was my friend, leaned over to him and said in this loud, exaggerated whisper, "IT'S KERRY." Hey thanks, girlfriend. I appreciate you telling everyone in our immediate vicinity that I am the harbinger of B.O. doom! That was one of the more embarrassing moments I had in middle school.
However, there was one upside to the B.O. incident. I never forgot to put my deodorant on in the morning ever again. :)
So I just got done reading a post about bras and the embarrassing moments that ensue when you first get one, etc. It got me thinking about how powerful peer pressure is, because I remember that the only reason I started wearing one in 7th grade was that the boys in my math class one day decided that it was hilarious to go around snapping bras. I sat there in terrified silence (who knows where the teacher was), convinced that they would try to do it to me and realize that I wasn't wearing one. When I got home that day, I immediately went to my mother and told her that I needed to get a bra ASAP! (I really didn't need one until 9th grade) What a dumb thing. Not that I gave in to peer pressure, but that those kinds of situations happen all the time, especially when it comes to going through puberty and all that entails. I would not go through middle school again for any amount of money or for any incentive that you could possibly think of. It was a horrible time for me and for so many other kids. I also remember (also 7th grade) sitting all in a row on the gym floor, waiting for gym class to start. I sat between two "popular" girls who of course shaved their legs already, and that was a frequent topic of conversation for them. I didn't need to shave my legs at that point...I've always had very light hair that you could only see if you really looked for it. However, all these girls had to do was look at my legs, which they did, and the peer pressure was again enough to get me to start shaving them. Does a 12-year-old *really* need to shave her legs???
I also remember (what is it with all these 7th grade incidents??) sitting in science class at the end of a particularly hot day and being hyper-aware of the fact that I had forgotten to put deodorant on that morning. And, let me just tell you, at that point in my life, I needed to wear deodorant! :) I reeked. Badly. And I was of course seated in the middle of the classroom. I'll never forget sitting there with my arms pressed as tightly to my sides as they could possibly go, hoping against hope that no one else would notice. Well, come on, peeps, these are 7th graders we're talking about! They're not known for their tact. :) The kid behind me started sniffing the air and was like, "What's that smell?", causing me to instinctively press my arms tighter against my sides) And what kills me is that the girl next to him, who I *thought* was my friend, leaned over to him and said in this loud, exaggerated whisper, "IT'S KERRY." Hey thanks, girlfriend. I appreciate you telling everyone in our immediate vicinity that I am the harbinger of B.O. doom! That was one of the more embarrassing moments I had in middle school.
However, there was one upside to the B.O. incident. I never forgot to put my deodorant on in the morning ever again. :)
2 comments:
OH Kerry, bad times! I too have terrible memories of Middle School. I've often thought that if I ever decide to home school my kids, I'll pull them out for those terrible middle school years. Some of those bad moments have scarred me for life!! :-)
which is another of the reasons I homeschooled Kevin. And you could not pay me enough to repeat high school.
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