Once upon a time...

We were all in middle school (or junior high if you're weird) and it sucked.

For everyone.

Even the kids that were (or would be in high school) the "cool" kids had it rough. Maybe not as rough as some but it was still an awkward time in their lives too. At least the principal didn't call me out in front of the entire school, like the "popular" girl I was in the same class as.  They were changing the dress code to try to prevent us from becoming sexually aware prematurely (yet somehow despite all of the desperate attempts of our elders to keep us in the dark, now kids are having sex by nine years old), so our principal made an announcement at lunch.  He did so by very nicely asking said classmate to stand up and do a little twirl for everyone, then he asked if we all got a good look, then said, "What Blahblah is wearing is entirely inappropriate for school and she and any other girl wearing anything that I deem inappropriate from here on out will be given a referral -- (our school's version of detention) --  then sent to the office and provided new clothes from the lost and found, or she will be sent home." Poor girl.  She just got humiliated in front of the entire school just for wearing a spaghetti strap tank top. Lame, Mr. Principal, very lame.

I think that kids should all just get a giant Get-Out-of-Jail-Free Card that lasts for the three miserable years we have to go through during middle school. Or we should all have our memories wiped on the first day of our freshman year of high school.  Either way, none of us deserve the torment of middle school (well maybe the shitheads that turn into the assholes of high school deserve it a little, but only if they would've turned out that way anyway).

It's one giant shit storm.

All the bad crap happens at once, growth spurts, squeaky voices, giant noses, boobs (or lack there of), random boners, acne, first periods, feelings toward the opposite sex (or same sex, whichever floats your boat) that seem so dire you lose all other focus on anything, and of course the relentless need to fit in sets in (did that exist before middle school? I really can't remember) and with it a constant feeling of insecurity.

Yea, that sounds like real fun to me...

I think that it may be very possible that God or whatever otherworldly force you believe in) just has a really sick sense of humor.