|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.
I had brought my camera on this field trip and I guess some other boy in my class took this picture of me posing. I remember I really liked the jean jacket that I'm wearing.
Josh Newell was my buddy at the time. I don't remember much about our friendship except that I am pretty sure his mother was a born-again Christian and he had a thick Mississippi accent. Also, James was my friend at the time but we had a rocky relationship. I had stolen his scientific calculator and would not give it back to him - I even pawned it off to some other kid in the other sixth-grade class down the hall.
Like I said - when you're in sixth grade you're not really a real person yet.
Here is the group photo (we real cool):
|All the boys wanted their picture taken (Josh Newell is the boy in the center with the binoculars. James is on the far right with the jeans).|