I cannot believe that it has been three years since i first wrote this draft of a post:
I'm old, I've got a daughter who's going to the same Jr. High School that my wife and I met each other at. It was in our PE class while we were running, she saw my twin brother and I running together and exclaimed to her friend, "there's two of them?" To which her friend responded, "yes, those are the Baugh twins." not exactly a love at first sight story, but it's ours. When our daughter confides in me, after she clearly asks me, several times, "to please not tease me."about her boy problems, I try to understand her from my own insecure and awkward Jr. High days. I steal the fact that I never grew out of that "phase" from our Abbers'(AKA Trouble) 6th grade teacher who still checks up on her by asking me about her. The last time she came through the library and did this I told her, " that it's not fair that she(Abbers or Trouble) is thriving during her awkward phase of life."
My Co-librarian also has her son in Jr. High School. she made the statement that she wished she could teach her son, "that people are just as worried as themselves as much as he is worried about himself."
