Our sixth grade god-daughter is in town from New Jersey for the weekend, and she and I have spent the last few hours commiserating about school. "I use to like school before they made us get up so early!" she said.
"Tell me about it!" I answered.
"When we ask to go to the bathroom our math teacher always sighs and says, Is now really the best time?" she told me at dinner.
"I know, but look at it from her point of view," I said. "A kid goes to the bathroom and then comes back and says, What are we doing? I was in the bathroom."
She laughed. "Well whose fault is that?" she admitted, and so we went on.
And to be honest? It's been helpful and refreshing to hear the student side of the kind of sixth grade drama that seems to be fairly universal.