Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sophisticated School Elections OR Popularity Contests? THAT IS THE QUESTION!!

La-la-last year I ran for Vice President of the seventh grade. I campaigned hard (not really). I made super-cool posters (not really). I did campaign-y things.

There were two boys running too: one was really popular and the other was really diplomatic and smart. I was pretty sure the diplomatic kid was going to be my real competition, but I was wrong.

On a election day DK (diplomatic kid) read his speech from typed, unwrinkled paper smoothly and professionally. He was good. Then PK (popular kid) read his speech from ripped notebook paper while laughing and joking around. I was confident he was not going to be elected.

I read mine with my friends shooting me supportive smiles every time I looked up from my paper. I returned to my seat with amid applause. Then voting began.

Our teachers had announced a tie. I was pretty sure PK was not in it, but he was!! DK was voted out first.

Then voting to break the tie began. When it was announced I won I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sportsman-like at my former competitors but I was still shocked (and angry!!) that PK won over DK, because DK would have been a MUCH better VP than PK and I KNOW the whole grade knows that.

I worry that I only got elected because I'm kind of popular. Not like cooly-cool Abercrombie and Juicy Sweats popular but I'm friends with everybody at my school. But are school elections really just a popularity contest?? I ran because I wanted to help make the school better. Is that everybody else's goal too? What do you guys think?

Sunday, September 26, 2010

GBFs = Guy Best Friends

Well in my world, GBF means Gay Best Friend, which is really only a difference of a vowel, but for the sake of this post, it's Guy Best Friend.

Having a GBF is tough. Once you're best friends, the world is yours. But getting to that best friend stage is like climbing Mount Everest with only a nail file to help you survive (why a nail file, I don't know).

Personally, I'm more of a Gal Best Friend type of girl, which is really only a difference of a vowel and a constantent,  but a world of difference. I used to love the whole GBF thing. I used to have one. Back in the Golden Days.


In fourth grade this boy and I, who we'll call Andy, were best friends. Actually, we liked each other, but none of that counts when you're an itty bitty nine year old whose idea of entertainment is watching your little brother push your other GBF down a hill (actually-- that's still pretty funny). We were inseparable. In fifth grade we made a movie about a Lightsaber duel, complete with a theme song we made up. Unfortunately, I forgot the tune.

I used to think that one day far from now Andy and I would be old farts rocking together crazily in rocking chairs at a nursing home in Vermont arguing. We teasingly argued each other a lot. But then we just faded. Our never-ending friendship faded. We both changed a lot.

Now we're just friends. I miss the Golden Days a lot-- too much-- but I've tried and tried and tried to rekindle our friendship but it just isn't there anymore. *Sigh*.

But don't let little-old-me rain on your parade. If you have an awesome GBF stick with him. GBFs are so good for so many things. They're like an island in the middle of the Sea of Girlfriend Drama. They're relief. With GBFs, you can just have fun!!

But beware: boys act dumb sometimes. Sometimes they ditch you for their [lame] guy friends, leaving you to wonder "whaaaat?" all day. Trust me. I've been there. I'm like your wise, mysterious aunt who wears feather boas and offers incredible beyond-your-years wisdom every time we cross a street.

What do you guys think about GBFs?

Sunday, September 19, 2010

(Wannabe) Popular Girls

"Cool" girls. Every school has them. And I'm "so lucky" to be amongst the more over-the-top versions at my school. Eye-liner, mascara, and big red lipstick is gushing all over their faces, and they're in 6th grade.  Another thing that every school has is a queen bee. She tries to take over the other girls by bragging about her 3 boyfriends and choosing their clothes schedule. "Okay, um, tomorrow you absolutely have to wear a football jersey 'cause all of the boys are gonna wear theirs for the game." It bothers me. I mean, it's okay if you and your friends want to wear like, a charity event shirt the day after but every day? That is just ridiculous.

Second of all, they are filthy mouthed. When I'm next to them in the lunch line, a swear comes out of their mouths at least once a sentence. Can you be a little considerate of the kids that don't have older siblings?!? Also, all they talk about is other people. It's never, "Hey, what's for homework today?" but it's always, "Did you see her new shoes? Yikes! And she could lose a few pounds, too." Can you believe it?

Apparently they think that they are at the top of the food chain and that no one can stop them because they keep on making other kids feel bad about themselves. And have you ever noticed that no one has stood up to them? Gosh, if they ever bagged on me (well who knows if they have), they wouldn't know what hit them. (I'm not violent I just know how to stand up to people when I need to :)  )

That's my opinion of those girls that think that they're better than the rest. Leave your opinions in the comments.

Saturday, September 18, 2010


Hello there Earthlings. Our names are Jen and Writer Girl. We come from the galaxy Connecticut. And we're here to write!!

Jen is the older, wiser, eighth-grade-attending cousin, while Writer Girl is the younger, creative-er, sixth-grade-attending cousin. We're here to write about middle school and its bumps and humps (nawt like thaat) and to inform you dear readers that you are NAWT ALONE!! Everybody goes though drama, feels like crap sometimes, and wishes they lived in a Nicholas Sparks novel. That's what this blog is for.

This blog is about our adventures here in No Man's Land, and ah lot actually happens here, you'd be surprised. So stay tuned on the sit-com that is our lives for more.


Writer Girl and Jen