Happy Birthday today to my big brother, Jeff. We're both November babies...his is first. So...if I want him to remember mine, I have to remember his first. :)
Question for you folks....
Is it ok to say I hate a 5th grade girl? Ok - so "hate" isn't the right word. Let's see...I am STRONGLY annoyed with a 5th grade girl. She shares the bus stop with Katie and ugh....I can't wait til that relationship is over.
Last year when I saw that there was another girl waiting for the bus with Katie I was relieved. There's safety in numbers, right? (Even though I still wait with Katie every morning.) Immediately she came off so stuck up and snotty, I was shocked! She was very tall, so I assumed she was in 5th grade. (I mean, she's taller than I am and her voice is deeper than John's) Nope - she was in 4th grade last year, 5th grade this year. About 2 months in last year, Katie and I were standing there and this girl walks right over to Katie and shoves her down. I kind of lost it, and yelled at this girl that she's not allowed to treat other people like that. Since then, there hasn't been another incident, and oddly enough - she became almost friendly when I started showing up with "Pebbles" in the morning, but she totally lacks overall friendly social skills. She's an only child - and her mother only seems to communicate by screaming across the yard to her. (Mom doesn't come out to bus stop...in fact, I've never seen her.) I have met her father, and he seems really pleasant. Very social, nice neighbor.
And I could understand a child who doesn't talk to strangers, or neighbors they don't know well, a child who only stares at the ground when talking, a child who only mumbles, etc. I get all those traits, and would expect them. But a girl who tells me I "don't know anything" and a girl who tells me I "don't know what I'm talking about" in such a snooty tone, and rolls her eyes at me - and only looks up at the sky when talking to me (like she's upset we have to share the same air).....yeah, I don't have patience for her.
Hell, it's gonna be a long year. I dread crossing the street to wait with her, so I make Katie and Pebbles wait in the garage on our side until we see the bus and it's the last minute to cross. And I've defended her behavior in my head - explained it away as much I can....only child, maybe not many friends, parental issues, hormones, whatever. I don't care right now - I still have to deal with her. So that's my politically incorrect stand for today.
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I'd say if she's giving you this much trouble she can't be getting along very well with the rest of her life either.
I don't see that there's much else you can do about it.
Hoping it doesn't bother you too much.
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