Hating the Past: Adolescence

It was 6th grade in Mr.Houdart's class (he's an ass or maybe was) when I first realized I was losing my grip on some of my friends. Some kids were so afraid to tell each other who they liked. Everyone said Aimee Stahl as far as I can remember. Some kids started dressing differently while I still rocked sweat pants because I was more concerned about recess than anything else.
Needless to say middle school hit me like a ton of bricks. Despite awkward warnings issue by my dad when he had me isolated "you know boys and girls are going to start kissing," or this gem "girls are going to start to grow boobs". It was as hilarious then as it is now. I'm sure it was difficult for him to bring it up.

I entered middle school to find hundreds of new students and a ton of girls I couldn't talk to. Some girls that knew me before asked why I was so quiet all the sudden. IT WAS AWKWARD. I didn't know how to handle things. I didn't watch MTV, live on AIM, or shop at Aeropastle. As far as I was concerned wrestling was still cool and ESPN was the only channel that mattered. Shopping for clothes didn't sound like much fun. I was hesitant to change and didn't know what to do about the pimples on my face and back. A landmark victory in middle school was working up the courage to speak to Alyssa H*rn or sneaking a peak at Christina T*rtu's panties (locker next to me). I was always trying to find my traction in middle school but it came and went in two years and I had to start all over. It wasn't until my junior year in high school that I started to look normal and assemble any kind of idea of what was going on.