I'm Not Made For Middle School

Today I interpreted for an 8th grader. She was nice, didn't want me to walk too close to her in the halls, but nice. The content was more than doable for my interpreting skills, consisting mostly of movies and worksheets, obviously doable. Some of the kids looked so little and cute, others towered over me and even caused me to lose my balance as they pushed passed me in their self-obsorbed manner, so maybe I only saw one or two cute kids.

I am so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. so. glad I'm not in middle school--even if some of the teachers thought I should be and tried "encouraging" me to get to class.

Ugh.