Wednesday, September 26, 2007

A typical day of Jr. High for me...

Today was "shadow a student" day at the Jr. High. My goal was to not embarrass my kids too much. I wore what Courtney picked out for me and I didn't hug or kiss Devon in front of his friends. They had a 1/2 day with 30 minute classes and I split the day evenly with Devon and Courtney - I went to Courtney's morning classes and with Devon in the afternoon. Around 5th period - I had a migraine. All of the terrible things I remembered about Jr. High were reinforced today. I stepped in gum (so did Shannon - it might have been the same gum). But my life came full circle when I started my period and had nothing with me to take care of it. I had to go to the nurse's office and get a pad. Just like 1981, only this time I didn't get it all over the chair in typing class and have the school hottie (Kevin Dawe) point out to me that I might have a "problem". And... today I wasn't wearing a rainbow shirt and white painter's pants...

3 comments:

One Sassy Mama said...

Oh my word JO! You are so jr. high to me. I remember when I was in the 7th grade - I had the cutest red painter pants. I wore them twice - the first time all the girls were in love with my fancies. The second time - some boys teased me and said my pants were red cause I'd started my period. How jr high am I that I refused to wear those pants ever again.
Nic

Kelly said...

Hi, Jolene. I've come in uninvited. You didn't really go to the nurse to get a pad. You are making it up. I'm not believing it. You are making up stories to win more bloggy friends.

I would like to try some of your recipes. Oh, and, I still have your Jacques pepin book over here.

Let me know if I am invited back to your blog

Jennifer said...

That is terrible. If there was one time I would NEVER repeat it would be junior high. I am so sorry that happened!
When mine started the first time, I was on a 9 hour bus/ferry ride to Canada and was also wearing white pants. I didn't even have a quarter to put into the little machine in the bathroom. I asked some other girls for some change, but they 'forgot'.

Junior high is obviously some form of torture that I have no idea why after what we went through, we subject our own kids to it too.