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5 Reasons Teaching Middle School Is the Worst (And 5 Reasons Its the Absolute Best)
Let's face it, we've all had those cringe-worthy moments when a Facebook status from the 7th grade blesses our timelines with its presence. Most of the posts and pictures that we thought were socially acceptable to post on social media make us want to wear a paper bag over our heads when we see them now, with the only reassurance being that we know each one of our peers did the same thing. For some reason, middle schoolers today seem to skip the awkward phase of their lives, but they will never have the laughs that we do when we reflect on those wonderful days. Our days of posting obnoxious Facebook statuses and editing many pictures may be long gone, but the memories of the embarrassing things we have done will live on forever, many times against our will because someone decides to dig deep and comment on a picture from the 6th grade. Here are just some of the fantastically regretful things we did as middle schoolers, but tend to relive thanks to social media. C'mon people, what were we thinking.
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Thanks for connecting! You're almost done. Connect to your existing Cracked account if you have one or create a new Cracked username. For many of you, school was 12 or more years of teachers and administrators deciding what was best for you, dictating exactly how you spent every minute of every day -- the result being that you absolutely hated each and every one of those minutes. But as you reached adulthood, you probably came to the realization that it was all for the best. You were just a stupid kid, after all, and your elders did things a certain way for a reason. That reason being that they were full of shit.
If people look at you with a mix of shock, fear, and horror when you tell them this, then you should know you are not alone. The problem is the stuff students use to cover it up. To get from my desk to the door, I have to wade through a miasma of teen-product vapors that make me want to shower in bleach. Maybe if you had one oil diffuser per table, that would work, but I think the only solution is to burn it down and start over. Did a teacher just complain about the schedule?