Sixth-graders are crazy. Okay, I know I was in sixth grade last year, but I was crazy last year (and according to Minha, I still am). Sixth-graders are not crazy the same way some seventh-graders (myself included) are. Sixth-graders are absolutely crazy. As in crazy by putting on thirty pounds of make-up on their faces every morning. I am mortified. My little group of seventh-grade friends and I are weird-crazy. As in being embarrassingly loud.
See the difference?
Some sixth-graders are okay, though, like Aviva. Aviva is one of my closest friends. Some sixth-graders are nice-ish and funny. This is a perfect transition to our next topic.
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