While the first six years of school were rather placid, seventh grade was a big change. Not only a different school and a different regimen (different rooms and teachers for different classes), but for me a different part of the country and different cultural norms. The eighth grade was again a several thousand mile shift, and a different belief set for the norm. By the time this was repeated in the ninth grade, most of my classmates seemed a bit provincial. I wasn't superior, I simply had the benefit of a broader set of experiences.
But there was something else that was also becoming obvious by the ninth grade. Some grew up, and others just got older. There's always a nature/nuture argument in these matters. Perhaps some brains just don't develop, or don't develop as well. But it's also possible that a lot depends upon what you "feed" the brain. I got lucky. From an early age, I enjoyed reading. By the eighth grade I enjoyed adult books - particularly sci-fi. By the ninth grade, I was a Heinlein fan. Also, associated nonfiction like Astronomy books and the von Braun, Willy Ley space books.
What I'm saying is if you want a conversation, you are going to have to do better than seventh grade taunting. All of my friends had outgrown that before the ninth grade. I know you're capable of more, or I wouldn't bother. I still enjoy Avocado's number as the amount in a guaca mole. Anyone that is capable of that, is better than your recent fare.
Your choice.
lurqer |
