Middle Grade

One of the eighth graders has a crush on me.

Actually, I don't know that it's a crush so much as a "gee whiz, I don't think I've ever looked at a librarian's cleavage so much in my whole entire life and isn't it great? I think I'll come up with 300 questions to ask her so that I can keep wandering into her office and then talk directly to her chest because I don't think she'll really notice, even when I ask inane things like 'where's the pencil sharpener?' even though I've been going to this school for three years now and I'm in the library about 12 times a day and I definitely know that there are at least three pencil sharpeners in a 20 square foot radius; but hey- boobs!".

With spring quickly approaching I don't want to encourage a repeat of the April '06 debacle, but really, how do you call out a kid who barely even realizes he should use deodorant every day for trying to catch a glimpse of something so impressive?

Middle schoolers in one word: clueless.

In one of my friend's classes on Friday she had them go around and say their name and one unique thing about themselves as a little ice breaker game. She got more than halfway through the sixth graders until one boy said, "Hi, my name is Eric, I'm 13, and my mustache is real".

Ok, so one more word: hilarious.