freshmeat.

For the past 3 years or so, me and my grade of friends have adapted to this thing called "middle school." Now, there are a few aspects to this "school" thing. Work, Friendships, and the Miscelanious category of everything else (sports, plays, etc.). Through 6th, 7th, and 8th grade, the work has gotten progressivly harder, friendships have taken their twists and turns to strengthen or weaken, and the other stuff has changed, not like it matters. Then comes the big "moving up." (i like to use "quotes;" should've put that in the first entry) Since 5th grade, we have been taught to be ready from going from the cream of the crop to the littlest bunch. Here's where it gets scary. As of 8:30 tomorrow morning, I am going to be what people like to call freshmeat. Durogatory term, I know. But think about it. When entering, say, 1st or 2nd grade, did you endure any bullying from any 4th or 5th graders? When you were a 6th grader, did the 8th graders pick you up and throw you in the trash can? Didn't think so. Now, i know some of you may be rolling your eyes at me, saying, "This is bullsh**. That type of stuff only happens in movies, never in real life." I'm droning on this point just as a prepare-for-the-worst, hope-for-the-best sort of thing. Having no older siblings, I'm scared out of my 14 year old mind for high school. A couple of tips I've gotten from people include these:

1. STAY OUT OF UPPERCLASSMEN'S WAY

2. Don't do anything stupid to draw attention to yourself.

3. There is no pool, nor is there a fourth floor. However, there is a stairway to nowhere.

4. Don't overbook yourself with clubs and such.

5. Ned's De-Classified School Survival Guide is sometimes partially right.

So to all entering freshmeat, I say, good luck. You better have a copy of that guide.