ABSTRACT
Before we begin, let’s be clear about one thing: I hated junior high. Every inch of it. I recall it as one long inside joke with me on the outside, wondering what was so funny. In reality, it was 3 years of awkwardness and self-doubt that I wouldn’t repeat if the offer were made on my deathbed. Was it really all that bad? Was my school as fearsome as what I am about to relate? I don’t know and I don’t care. It’s junior high. It doesn’t deserve pinpoint accuracy.
