Yes, concerned readers, your favourite fourteen year old blogger has survived summer vacation and the first few days of school and is now ready to report!
I am serious. I have been really busy lately. I have been directing eighth graders to classes, saying hello to the little baby grade eights I know, and trying to organize all my course outlines and locker agreements. For those of you who don't know, you have to sign a paper saying you understand that the school is allowed to go through your locker in order to get one.
Yeah, just because I am all of a sudden a "niner", I suddenly feel old and superior. I kid you not. And here you thought I was sweet and angelic. Sorry to make you look foolish.
There is something about not being the youngest anymore. I can actually help out that little lost grade eight who was being mislead by one of my less moral fellow students. Well, actually she wasn't that little, she was taller than me. But still. The point is, I am suddenly a step above those kids, and I haven't even turned fourteen yet!
You're probably wondering what's wrong with me. Well, other than growing into womanhood, suddenly feeling awkward whenever I see my schoolmates at my new dance studio, as well as aforementioned superiority problem, I'm doing just fine. For now, anyways. Oh, horrors, I just thought of something. If being a grade nine makes me feel this grown up, what will I be like when I'm in grade twelve?
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