Well being around school and students everyday has reminded me of my own days as a student in middle and high school. Seventh grade is such an interesting stage in life. For me, I have several traumatizing stories that I seem to manage to forget for extended periods of time – for obvious reasons. When looking back at my school pictures, seventh grade is by far the worse. Even the other bad ones still look like me, unfortunately. Seventh grade looks like mom and dad picked up the wrong pictures from the photographer. Who is that pimple faced, big banged, un-cool dressed kid?
I moved right before my seventh grade year. I was in a new place, a new school, and seventh grade is already an awkward transition. I wanted to be cool and I wanted to make friends. I did fine in my own class, kind of. I met the girl that is still my best friend, and has actually made me her maid of honor in July. She was my absolute best friend in 7th grade all the way to 12th grade.
It was 8th graders that didn’t like me. For some reason, once you make it passed a grade, you think you’re better than those that are now in that grade, especially the new kids. Seventh grade was where for the first time EVER I was made fun of for my smile. All my life I had been told that I had a huge and beautiful smile. Well, 8th graders apparently don’t like big smiles? This is the time in my life I got the nicknames beaver, Mr. Ed, and I’m sure several others I have just dismissed from the painful memories. I also experienced having a “boyfriend” for the first time. You may say, well Hannah a boyfriend? That sounds like you fit in fine. Oh, but let me explain. He was an 8th grader….cool, right? Wrong. He didn’t like me. I found out later that it was some prank/joke thing that he got pushed into “being my boyfriend.” I imagine the conversation going something like this.
8th grade boy 1: Dude, see that girl?
8th grade boy 2: Yeah, ugh.. she’s So gross!
8th grade boy 1: Dude, I dare ya to tell her you like her…
8th grade boy 2: Nah, man that’s not cool…
(Next day in music class they’re sitting next to this girl)
8th grade boy 1: (to girl/me) Hey, he likes you
8th grade boy 2: No, I do- I mean maybe
girl: really?
And basically, I think he was just too nice to ever tell me the truth. I think I found out months later. But while he was my “boyfriend” we sat together at lunch. That was pretty much the extent of it. I would wonder why he would only IM me and not call me like he did his other friends… even other girls.. but as a seventh grader you just take what you can get I guess. And, I wanted to be cool. Well not only did I experience my first “boyfriend” I experienced the first break up. But this wasn’t just you know the regular break up. He and his best friend (another girl) finally got enough courage to express feelings… with a kiss. My world crashed. My “boyfriend” kissed another girl. Basically the whole 8th grade class knew he didn’t like me, knew he kissed this other girl, and had more reason to make fun of the ugly girl with a smile like Mr. Ed. Anyway, I can not write a blog including every story I remember from that terrible year of my life.
But my point is this. As I sit in the classroom with seventh graders everyday I wonder what nicknames they’ve been given. What problems with their peers do they experience? Do their parents write them off? Do their parents unhealthily baby them? Is there anybody telling them they are made in the image of God and VERY special to Him? Do they believe it when they are told?
What are your stories? What was your seventh grade year like?