My son is in middle school. What I remember about the 6th grade beside the raucous East Side San Jose campus was how huge 8th-grade boys looked up close. Wood shop, algebra and lunch in the quad. Memories somehow blend those all in one cocktail called “middle school”.
Ethan had a science project and of course something like mold would be of interest to him. At the science fair, you could tell the projects displayed by boys. Everything from a potato gun to fire whirlwinds to mold. The girl–of course–who won did the extraction of DNA from peas!
No boy would even have an interest in peas. In fact, girls do not either. But, what would parents and teachers love most? A child that not only loves peas but the extraction of DNA. She rightfully displayed her blue ribbon and also made sure to educate those passing by her display.
Indeed, I am not complaining that my son’s mold experiment did not win. I am simply stating how fun it is to see the difference between the boys and girls at this age–other than most boys being shorter than the girls.
What memory of middle school strikes you the most? If you are a parent, what worries you the most about walking through this with your child?