high school in central new jersey, and a young eighth grader compared to the others since i started school when i was barely four.
and the last thing you want to do as a very young eighth grader is stand out in any way. you want to blend in, basically not be noticed.
which was absolutely impossible the afternoon i was in my social studies class, the intercom phone rang in the room, my teacher answered it, spoke to whoever was calling, hung up the intercom phone and announced that i was wanted in the office.
now, an angel i never was. but i rarely got into serious trouble at school because of 