Friday, March 24, 2017

Middle school nightmares

Today was fun.  
I got to take a little trip down memory lane and return to middle school for 45 minutes of my life I will never get back.  Felt like 5 hours.
So many flashbacks.  
Teenage boys with their voices cracking, gossipy girls, not being able to open my locker, losing lunch tickets...they all came flooding back.  
I about had a panic attack as I tried to get to the office to check-in and could not make my way through the crowd.  Thirteen year old's have no idea what is happening outside their little bubbles.  This mom wanted to pop them all.  
I got a letter in the mail a couple of weeks ago asking parents to join their kids in their health classes.  You automatically assume it's for "the fun talk" but nope.  It was to see how to schedule out their next 4 years in high school. 
I can handle that.  
What I can't handle is that I have a kid who is going to be in high school. HIGH SCHOOL!!!!  blah. No way I am this old.  
Dilon would not tell me the night before what time he had health and with what teacher because he didn't want me to go.  Hello!?! I'm awesome. Nothing to be embarrassed about.  So Nate stepped in and said he would go.  Dilon's attitude changed real quick and he gave me the info asap to make sure it was me going and not Nate.  He is the dad that yells from the sideline at ball games so I can understand why Dilon would choose to have me (the normal one) there.  
Come to find out his little "girlfriend" is in that class.  Yes!!! Heaven for this mom.  What kind of fresh torture could I deliver?
So I put on my brave face and make my way through the halls to find the class.  How are so many 13/14 year old kids taller than me? I walk in the classroom and his poor face went bright red.  I thought about wearing a taco costume my boss had just to spice things up a little but the kid got embarrassed by me just walking into the room.  No costume needed.  I look around and there are no parents there. Hello parents??? Why are you not being responsible and doing what you were asked? Then I was the one who was embarrassed.  Luckily 4 more moms came so it helped the sting a little.  All went well.  The kid next to Dilon kept laughing at me and my awesome jokes so I must have been doing something right. Dilon survived, I survived.  All is well in the world.  
And can I just say.....I am sooooo glad middle school years are over for me.