Regression

Currently on Hampshire's campus there are multiple camps. They range from language, to math, to fat camp, and I think there might be a new arts camp. The kids roam the campus in packs and some are randomly standing outside my office for no apparent reason. I honestly can't really tell one camp from another for the main reason that almost all the kids appear to be in the 11-15 age range. Now, perhaps there are some outside of that, but for the most part I think that's what they are. So when I say that I have this sudden feeling that I'm back in middle school, I think you'll understand where I'm coming from.

What's weird about seeing middle schoolers in large groups, for me, is that internally I feel like I'm regressing to that age when I see them. I don't do that with elementary school age or high school kids. When I see them I just walk past them. But middle schoolers, they walk past and I sometimes feel my throat start to restrict or I get that uncomfortable, nervous feeling I had 24/7 in middle school. I see them and I feel like I should throw on a bucket hat, an oversized shirt, and silently mourn the fact that I don't really have anyone to sit with at the lunch table. I feel like I should rat out a friend to another friend and vice versa the next day. Except, I kind of feel like I should do it on a more mature level. Like rather than just saying, "so and so has a crush on the same person you do," I should say "so and so slept with your boyfriend." Even though I've never really been that vindictive bitch. I don't know what it is, but somehow seeing middle schoolers in packs inwardly regresses my mental processes to a twelve year old level.

Ice Cream Flavor of the Week: Chocolate Covered Granola Bar (in honor of my favorite middle school snack), Chocolate Ice Cream with pieces of Chocolate Covered Granola Bar mixed in and a Chocolate Swirl.