My family moved to Utah right before my 7th grade year. It seems like just yesterday. I can remember almost every detail from junior high. I can remember where my locker was, who I sat by in each class, and which boys I had crushes on. Lorece and I had Dr. Pepper and funions (I don't remember how to spell it but its those chips shaped like onion rings) everyday for lunch, boy were we healthy. I remember witnessing my first fight in the halls in which I was paralyzed with fear and almost got hit with the swinging blows. I remember thinking my parents were wierd and didn't know what they were talking about and really did want to make my life hard. I remember trying to be cool, thats right, you know I had big hair and short skirts. I had fringe boots and of course I wore double socks under them. I remember getting in "fights" (not the punching kind) with my friends and making up the next day. I loved almost everything about the whole experience, but would never choose to live it over again.
I say all this becouse last night Mat and I went to the Junior High to sign him up. Thats right, I will soon have a child going to Junior High. I feel old. Mat is a good kid and maybe it is different for boys, but I hope he will come to us with problems and feel free to ask us any questions. (Just like I thought my parents had all the answers, right!) He is very excited. I hope he remembers the little details and loves the experience.
