It’s been a long summer. A long and full summer. A long and full and amazing summer. Mostly because I got to spend 5 of the 10 weeks with awesome middle-schoolers.
That’s right: “middle-schoolers” and “awesome” – all in the same paragraph, same sentence, same phrase.
The reactions I get to spending half my summer with middle-schoolers range from eye-rolls to offers of sympathy. The reactions I get to the fact that I spent half my summer with middle-schoolers – and loved every single second of it – range from disbelief to concern to condolences, as though there’s a direct and quantifiable connection between my love for middle-schoolers and my impending mental demise.
To which I say: phooey.
And phooey again.
Middle-schoolers are simply delightful beyond words, and if I could bundle them all up and bring them home with me, I would (though that would require a pretty big supply of Axe and neon nail polish).
To every middle-schooler I met this summer: thank you for being you.
And to every middle-school doubter out there: you don’t know what you’re missing. Fact.