7th Grade Jumped Me!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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To make a long story short, I thought my husband and a neighbor were making fun of me. They were actually good-naturedly teasing me, but I took it the wrong way and started crying! Then I realized they were just teasing me and was so embarrassed.

The next day I realized what had happened: 7th grade jumped me.

I was an incredibly geeky kid in 7th grade. With a shag haircut, no sense of style and the fact that I looked like a boy, I was the object of a TON of teasing. Even after exiting my awkward stage, it ws quite a while before I could tell the difference between good-natured teasing and making fun.

Man, was that weird. My husband was so sweet… He reassured me that he would NEVER make fun of me, never take someone else’s side against me… Just who the heck did I think I had married?

Wow, I’m 33 years old… That means I regressed 20 years!

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Um, seventh grade is never very far away. It gets us all occasionally.

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7th and 8th. The 2 most dreaded years.

flushes 'em down the toilet

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I don’t know, my eighth grade year was pretty awesome. 7th grade. . .well, nevermind.

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Eighth grade ruled. It just did. No real reason.

Seventh grade, not knowing that there was actually a group of class for smart people, I spent the year with very slow children. Not fun.

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High school. Dammit. I’m just graduated two months ago, and it took until my senior year to fully get through being awkward and basicly being a loser. But sometimes, one wrong word, and I start having to fight off the insecurities again. Some things just strike a chord.

But I rule now, so it’s OK. :cool: :wink:

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Grade 7. Grade 8. They had us in a separate school, just those two grades. It was a hell school.

<shudder>

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We had a separate school just for grade 7. I hope those teachers got hazard pay.

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I’m lucky I guess, I had home teaching all of 7th grade, actually, the first month of 7th was what made me crazy enough to get put on it.

I’m going into my senior year and now I do, much like MonsterM52 , rule.:smiley:

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I find a combination of memory repression and vast amounts alcohol will deal with those painful memories.

egg

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EggNogg, I hear ya screamin’.

I owe a lot to alcohol; for example, it helped me survive my only attendance of a family reunion.

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I was the one person in my middle school who EVERYBODY picked on. I’m so glad I’m hundreds of miles away from that place. Seventh grade was the worst, but sixth and eighth weren’t really much better.

Did anybody else’s parents and/or faculty tell them, “Just ignore it and they’ll stop?” Talk about bullshit!

curling up in the corner and whimpering

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whiterabbit, I heard “Just ignore it and they’ll stop.” and you’re right, it wasn’t true.

Now that I’m an adult, I know that the hard times I went through made me who I am and I’m glad I went through them.

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My 7th grade lasted from 5th grade through high school.

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Nope, I’m not glad I went through them. I truly believe that if 7th grade hadn’t been a one-year visit to hell, that today I would be rich, drop-dead gorgeous, and living on a tropical island with the likes of Jake Gyllenhaal. If only I had been popular and well respected in middle school, I could own my own Fortune 500 company at the staggering age of 22. Instead, I am a neurotic, poor, struggling student. Darn you, 7th grade! Darn you straight to heck!!

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KallipopeCU, you are hilarious.

A few years ago, a bully found me via the Internet and apologized. That was kind of cool. Too little, too late, but kinda cool.

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Canthearya, do you think he/she was 12 stepping or something?

Ugh, middle school was the worst! Luckily, I’m still good friends with my two best friends from that time and now, 20 years later, we can look back and laugh. I never thought that would be possible at the time.

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Hey trishdish. Yeah, she could have been twelve stepping, I suppose. On the other hand, she didn’t use any of the jargon and I’m pretty sensitive to that, as my mother is an 11-year sober recovering alcoholic. Who knows?

During the tough times, I was fortunate to have a best friend and my family was great. I knew they loved me and I’m sure those two factors were the only things keeping me together… I hadn’t discovered alcohol yet. :wink: