|Greig in Sixth-Grade, circa 1992|
I feel like when you're in the sixth grade you're not fully a self. I have journal entries from my sixth-grade years to prove it. I was worried about catching the bus on time, whether or not people would make fun of my glasses (they did) and figuring out how I was going to kill the most annoying kids in my class. I also opined whether Jennifer (the girl in my class I liked) had a cute butt.
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