I hear you Muttly! What I wouldnt give to relive some of that teenage angst. I remember the first day of jr high more than anything. 7th grade, everything changed. School was much earlier, you had to change rooms for classes etc. My best friend and I spent days decorating our lockers with cool wrapping paper, mirrors and pics of George Michael (we didnt know!) I also had a very high tech BUTANE curling iron to make sure my 1987 sky high bangs didnt come crumbling down.
I wore a black miniskirt with a black mock turtleneck and my black and white Esprit sweatshirt over that. My earrings were bigger than my head, I was hot shit ;)
The summer before 7th grade I heard this girl call another girl a slut because someone went down on her with 3 fingers. I was SO confused about that, lol
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