The Golden Age: Middle School

The Golden Age: Middle School

Page Jones
Reporter

For those of you who do not remember Saxe middle school, get ready to be taken back. And for those of you who went to Country School and/or St. A’s you can go sweep skittles as I move on with my blog. When I think of Saxe, I think of Instant Messaging, relationships that lasted a lunch period and that janitor rumored to be living off the home-ec room. Let me take you through a journey from a time when I was in middle school, back when “dinosaurs roamed the earth” (long live “She’s The Man.”)

Fifth grade, fresh out of the elementary cocoon, you are stimulated by the fact that you have to meet new people. The biggest debates revolve around which school you were coming from was the best (we all know West’s campus was the most spacious and tasteful.) There is not much to say about this savory age besides the fact that you still get snack time and gym still involves a parachute (I see you Goodman.)

Sixth grade is such a tease. You are still an underdog and not quite a tween. Nothing is more awkward than the age of 11. Abercrombie and Snitch is all anyone is wearing, and while kids try to act matoor they still get their daily pleasure from the Disney Channel.

Seventh grade is when it all begins. The drama, the scandal – I remember this one guy that snorted crushed Smarties. Kids will do anything for a thrill in the seventh grade; that includes hastily getting off the bus and logging on to your family computer to chat on AIM. If none of you remember those golden chats, here is one straight out of the books:

 

laxgirl1715- hayyyyyyy

NCramz505- sup

laxgirl1715- nm u

NCramz505- nmjc

laxgirl1715- wut?

NCramz505- it means not much just chilling

 

And there was always that one person who started a revolt at recess that ended in disaster. Don’t you know you can never outrun napkin lady? But we did it for the rush…

Finally there comes a time when you need to move on from the terms “language arts” and “social studies” and broaden your horizon. In the eighth grade you finally start to catch on. Hey, there is no such thing as compacted math and no, it does not matter if you are tardy to class. If only we could have caught on to Saxe’s schemes early on, we could have fully taken advantage of the opportunity – four great years before the grind of NCHS.

Stay golden,
Jonsey II