Seventh grade was my least favorite year of life, and not surprisingly is my least favorite grade to teach. The gender performances, whereby the girls act like whiffle ball is beyond their capabilities, are painful, overdramatized, and unconvincing.
Students were much better in my eighth grade class except one girl burst into tears during a basketball game and wouldn't tell me what happened. She also didn't stop crying for forty minutes. Finally another student got out of her that she feels isolated, lonely, and depressed. She was upset that no one was passing her the ball.
Sad times.
Kindergarten is the opposite. The kids are fearful and skeptical of me at the beginning of the day, but then become adoring. After I agreed to hold hands while escorting a girl to gym she turned around and whispered "I love you." It was hilarious. Later she wanted to kiss my arm and we had to establish the rule of no kissing in school. An important boundary.
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