tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post2245215305870704527..comments2023-10-03T09:43:02.053-06:00Comments on Writing with Shelly and Chad: When I was Twelve...Small Town Shelly Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13535247595352753415noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-67674581017848272022011-08-05T01:29:44.597-06:002011-08-05T01:29:44.597-06:00Well, I was lucky to start high school (at age 12,...Well, I was lucky to start high school (at age 12, going on 13, as it is here in Western Australia) already knowing some people, but on my first day I got this massive smile from a girl called Christina, who said, "Hi, how are you?!" in our first science class. She really helped to break the ice!Trishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16927558937796802496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-4881643527100092202011-08-05T00:32:11.868-06:002011-08-05T00:32:11.868-06:00Shelly, dear Shelly! I am faint with relief and ha...Shelly, dear Shelly! I am faint with relief and happiness that your Junior High turmoil had such a happy ending! I was on pins and needles until you told us about Katherine.<br /><br />And hey, where on this here planet did you find that photo of me on my rad skateboard! I thought all copies of that were lost! Ah, those were the days.<br /><br />So ya'll are talking about being in Junior HIgh when you were 12—I was in the last grade of elementary school, so life was grand. And Shelly—this is really crazy—after reading your story, I thought about how I had just moved that year too and I was the new kid in school. I ALSO met my best friend Cathy right away who is amazing and cheerful and wonderful and she's still my best friend!<br /><br />Poor, poor Shelly! You must be mighty sick of me! I mean four days of me. I hope you will recover from Brenda overload. Go lounge in a hammock, drink lemonade, and read a good book (but not one where one of the character's name is Brenda) and fortify yourself after the deluge of moi.Brenda Sillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03702163304597782659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-47392600567863603512011-08-04T18:16:45.296-06:002011-08-04T18:16:45.296-06:00OMG, I was always so afraid I'd have to sit an...OMG, I was always so afraid I'd have to sit and eat by myself. I don't know why I dreaded it so much. There was one girl who was so cool, she sat by herself on purpose, and I wanted to have her confidence so badly.Aubriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10884036126491922530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-22474660312278682382011-08-04T15:28:17.892-06:002011-08-04T15:28:17.892-06:00While I love this post, I now remember things that...While I love this post, I now remember things that I tried to push into the dark recesses of my mind for a reason. Being 12 was awful. It seemed like all my friends split to 2 groups. The jerks and the nice people. Of course I went with the nice people but jerks suck. Luckily 8th grade was better. 9th grade sucked again. Agh - there is no happiness in junior high school.Abby Fowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08567978659174723198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-81357155160777064052011-08-04T13:46:14.013-06:002011-08-04T13:46:14.013-06:00Great post! I never went to Junior High - my schoo...Great post! I never went to Junior High - my school went from pre-kindergarten to grade 8 -then it was off to high school. I do remember Degrassi though - quite fondly.<br /><br />NinaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-26889671370358569292011-08-04T12:57:34.011-06:002011-08-04T12:57:34.011-06:00Such fun stories! I think I'm blocking most of...Such fun stories! I think I'm blocking most of those years....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09413777557796110450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-79594480046735401692011-08-04T12:27:19.790-06:002011-08-04T12:27:19.790-06:00Such a fun and fantastic post, I loved it! Man, be...Such a fun and fantastic post, I loved it! Man, being twelve... that was a great year for me. I had a fantastic English teacher who pretty much fostered my love of writing from a hobby into a lifetime goal. :) That was also the year I learned to stand up for myself, and I haven't had a teacher like me since! (ha)Bethany Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12829932931010851406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-53084939085228263342011-08-04T10:27:10.176-06:002011-08-04T10:27:10.176-06:00I can relate to all that! I was a Navy brat, so mo...I can relate to all that! I was a Navy brat, so moving and starting new schools was nothing new - we moved all the time! You get used to making new friends, even as shy as I was. But 12 is such an awkward age for a girl! You're somewhere in between childhood and adulthood and your body is changing and all that.... Great post, girls!Gwen Gardnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13132836346305559246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568633845145659894.post-15214911325041497672011-08-04T09:50:55.445-06:002011-08-04T09:50:55.445-06:00Loved the post, ladies! So fun. And I can totally ...Loved the post, ladies! So fun. And I can totally relate to that scary feeling of being alone in Jr High. Although I wasn't new, all my friends had a different lunch than me and sitting alone at lunch was the worst! Add to the fact that I was super shy... not good. But then I met a girl who lent me a pencil and we became good friends. <br />Now, I need to go shake off the memories of Jr High!Katie Dodgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17554091817717890150noreply@blogger.com