Sixth grade wasn't much of a big deal, other than the fact that I met one of my best friends in that class. Karolyn and I became very close that year, although by the time it finished she moved to Pennsylvania, and I was left alone, to go through the rest of middle school and high school without someone to tell everything to, about how horrible my day was, or the opposite.
I kept her in my memories always, remembering who was the one to keep me sane during that year. Especially with the crazy whack job who used to call herself a teacher.
Sixth grade ended pretty quickly, though out of all my school years, it holds one of the two most important memories that I have.
The next is seventh grade.
It seems as if only yesterday, I was at the hospital getting a check up done in order to register to NP Middle School. I wasn't moving that far away, only an hour drive to get to all of my friends but back then it was a big deal. I would have to be the new girl for the second time in my life. I wasn't really one to move around much, and the fact that I was born TREMENDOUSLY shy didn't really help me in this situation.
The middle school was mixed with the high school. Same building, different wings. The first day was pretty awkward since everyone knew each other from elementary school, no one really paid any attention to the new girl.
The first week was pretty standard, but the most interesting times were lunch and gym. I loved one, and hated the other. (Can you guess which is which?) Anyways, after gym when we would all pack our things to go to class I would say bye to this girl named Jennifer. She was so nice, although our conversations lasted like two seconds.
Thankfully, I never had to sit alone during lunch for the soul reason that we had to sit according to homeroom numbers. I never talked to anyone but at least I wasn't the freak in the corner, forced to watch everyone else enjoy their lunch in company.
One odd day in my life, after sitting down to eat, this girl next to me says "hi" in the squeakiest way possible. My first impression of her was simple. She was short, quirky looking, and seemed sweet.
"Hey" was all I said, followed by one of my famous "I'll be sweet but only to be polite" smiles.
Her name is Juliana. Julie for short. Usually I was capable of being nice, while actually not caring about the situation but in this particular one, she just wouldn't budge. She kept talking and talking and I remember telling myself to be happy that she isn't being mean to me, but I didn't really want any friends. I felt like I already had all my important ones.
My motto was : old is always better than new.
'Till this day, I recall her calling Jennifer (from gym class) over to the table and asking her to eat with us so all three of us could get better acquainted with each other. By this point, I was actually hating my life at NP. Only back then, I didn't really expect Juliana to be who she is to me today.
At some point in that year, something changed drastically in our friendship. We went from "hey" and "what's up" to making dirty jokes and all that fun stuff. We got to see a side of each other that wasn't there before, that maybe we didn't even know until we met each other.
Some people we meet in life, stay and form a part of us, and others leave.
What they both have in common is that they each bring to the table an experience. Whether it's a bad one, that helps you learn for future references. Or a really awesome one, that teaches you that it's not all bad out there.
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