Ever wonder what’s going on in the mind of a middle-school boy? Have a sneaking suspicion the answer is “nothing”? Here’s a guest post from my 12 year old son. He really wanted to let the world know that it’s hard being in middle school. Enjoy!
Dumb other people are dumb
Gosh, the life of a middle school swimmer is hard. I have the absolute delight of going to a middle school that is NOT up to my snobbish standards, and in fact has some people that would punch a small, non-threatening person just for a laugh.
Actually, I would probably do that too. If I could. But I can’t. For two reasons.
Why can’t you beat people up? Huh?
Reason number one: Size.
There are a large number of people at school that are around six feet tall and weigh around 200 pounds. Not even exaggerating. Even the smallest “popular kids” (who beat people up, because that is a good and logical reason for being popular. Teen and preteen social dynamics. Look it up.) are at least 5 foot 6 and weigh well over a hundred pounds. I am just barely five foot, and weigh around 95 pounds. It is all muscle, but still. All someone has to do to beat me up is trip me (thanks to my size 9.5 shoes on my size 8.5 feet) and then sit on me.
Reason number two: I am actually a good boy.
I know this sounds weird, but I am generally a good kid. Sure, I have people issues and am occasionally a little on the grumpy side. But still, I feel really bad about me not doing nice things, even when all I am doing is getting a drink from the water fountain while I am supposed to be in the bathroom. Fighting? No. I can’t bring myself to actually do anything because I realize that no matter how much I want to punch somebody, doing it just makes things worse.
I sound like a flippin’ yoga teacher.
Impressive, right?
No, Strike That 
This is awesome. And you’re awesome, kid. Keep on with your snobbish expectations. It’ll get better.
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Why thank you, and I hope it does.
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I’m going to have my middle school kid — who is also not a fighter and has to put up with all that cr*p (yeah, I’m a mom, so I can’t actually say crap… wait…) — anyway, maybe I’ll have him read this so he’s even MORE aware that other “good” kids like him, who have a brain and a heart and don’t punch and sit on their peers, actually exist. 🙂 OK, for real, you know that you’re not alone, right? That doesn’t make things easier, but it might make things… just hang in there, kid. It really gets better pretty soon. By high school, people start to chill out. I think almost anybody who’s worth anything real, has it tough in middle school. And, btw, you. are. an. amazingly good. writer.
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I have noticed that not everybody is awful, and I have found a small group of friends who don’t sit on me. I mainly comfort myself while being sat upon that everyone is telling me I am talented and a great writer, and that these people will grow up working at a McDonalds, while I will be rich. It is sadly likely that only part of this will come true. Anyway, thanks for the compliments and the advice!
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