Jr. High

Ah Jr. High...I think everyone's best memories are from this time, not. But, I actually have some pretty good one's with you. In retrospect, I should have been nicer to you, shoving every single one of your pencils into a locked closet wasn't my best move, but in my defense, it was my way of flirting. 7th grade is when you taught me how to solve a rubix cube, and that was when I got the first glimpse of how patient you were. You would talk on the phone with me for hours, and no matter how frustrated I got, you would always calm me down and help me figure it out. I see that patience in you today, and it is one of my favorite qualities about you. Of course, since we are talking about Jr. High I have to mention the dance. I cannot explain how mad I am at you that you made the Macarena our song. That is the worst song ever!