I am not sure what we found the most amusing about middle school when I was a middle schooler, but this is what the boys must contend with these days. Girls get stuck in their jeans. That's right, their jeans. "Her jeans were so tight." said the boy, "I had to help cut her out of them!" It was all I could to do to not snort laugh out loud in order to continue eavesdropping.
"One girl wears her jeans so tight she can't breathe!" said the boy. "She is like on the verge of fainting all day long!" I nearly choked on my horrible lunch: a hotdog. The preservatives from that poor choice of a lunch are probably killing off parts of my immue system. Perhaps my "inside laughter" helped.
As much as I like kids, I am so glad I never had a daughter. I would have been one of those moms blocking the exit to the house yelling, "Too tight! Too low! Too revealing! I am going to shred your clothing if you keep this up!" And facial piercings? There is no way in hell any offspring of mine would have gotten away with that. Some soul somewhere is thankful I am not her mother. -Alison Whiteman