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THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF
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For Alice and Lucy, the sisters who teach me so much
May you always find your people
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Marcel Proust
I get by with a little help from my friends.
The Beatles
Dear Louisa,
Today was the last day of school before Thanksgiving break. The end of my first few months of sixth grade. Since school started, youve been asking me what middle school is like. And since then, Ive been saying things like Its fine, whatever. I know this is not a helpful answer. I know you are dying to know what to expect when you start at Meridian Middle School in two years. I know Im supposed to give you the scoop, show you the ropes, hand you the keys (and a bunch of other clichs Mom and Dad used), because Im your big sister.
The truth is, Im still figuring it out myself. Its only been a few months, and its hard to respond to questions when youre still working on the answers. And the fact that this particular school year has started out as the weirdest everwell, that hasnt helped.
But I will say Ive had time to reflect on your question over the past couple of days. (You know how you dont really do anything during the last few days of school before a break? Thats still true in middle school.) So while the teachers have been showing movies and tidying up their classrooms and the other kids have been passing notes and falling asleep at their desks or doodling on their sneakers, Ive been reflecting. ( Reflecting is a big thing middle-school teachers are into. Youll see.)
So, what is middle school like, you ask? (And ask, and ask.)
There are a few things I can tell you:
Its nothing like elementary school.
Lockers are not as exciting as everyone thinks theyll be.
You might be on your own without some of your closest friends. Take me and Layla, for example. Shes been my best friend since we were three, and all through elementary school at Starling. But Starling kids split up for middle school, and just because she lives one street over from us, she has to go to Parkwood Middle School and we have to go to Meridian. So I had to start a new school without my oldest and closest friend.
You will have no idea where to go. I dont just mean getting lost in the building (although that happens), but you wont know which people to go to, because you wont know who your people are. You may think you will, but you wont. More on that later.
The time goes by differently. For one thing, you change classes and teachers for each subject, which sounds like it would make the day go faster. But with certain teachers, it actually makes fifty minutes feel like a year. Like, you look at the clock, and then look up at it again about a month later (or so you think), and it has advanced one minute.
Time passes differently in other ways too. In elementary school, you talk a lot about the seasons: the changing leaves, the snow in winter, the flowers in spring. Theres a harvest festival, a Thanksgiving celebration, a winter concert, a spring fair. They have some of that stuff in middle school. But mostly the year passes with people. The people you notice right away. The people you notice much later. The ones who notice you way before you notice them. And vice versa. The people will surprise you. For better and for worse.
So the best way to tell you about middle school is to give you a heads-up about the people youll meet. Sure, some of these might be different for you in a couple of yearsbut this should give you a pretty good idea. Besides, all I can tell you is how it happened for me. So here you go, Lou. These are the people youll meet in middle school.
Love,
Augusta
I wish I could tell you that the first person I saw on the first day of school was someone I knew. It was not.
I made Dad drop me off two blocks from school that morning. This was partly because I wasnt sure what the routine was in middle school, and I didnt want to be the only kid whose parent took them right to the front door. But this was mostly because Dads car was in the shop again andas you may recall from the first day of school, Louhe had borrowed the radio-station van to drive for a few days. Some peoples parents have a clean, fancy company car to drive for work; lucky us that our dad gets a bright green van that actually has WOLD: YOUR FAVORITE OLDIES painted on the side in orange letters. For first-day-of-school arrival? No thank you.
As I rounded the corner by Meridian Middle, I saw a crowd of kids who were all complete strangers. They also all looked way older than me. And they seemed like they all knew each other. I knew that more than half the kids at Meridian Middle were coming from a different elementary school than ours, but it still seemed like I should know someone. I started wondering if I was in the right place.
Turns out, I was not. And apparently I had I am in sixth gradeplease help me written on my forehead, because a teacher holding a clipboard actually pointed at me and yelled across the heads of the other kids, You! Glasses! Blue backpack! Sixth grade?
You wouldnt think that glasses and blue backpack would be sufficient identifiers. I mean, other kids had glasses and blue backpacks. But I guess this teachers pointing was laser-sharp, because about a hundred kids turned and looked right at me after he yelled.
Um, yes? I answered, almost in a whisper (and still wondering where the heck everyone I knew was).
What was that?
Yes. Sixth, I said, slightly louder.
Back door! the teacher yelled. Didnt your parents get the email?
By this point the teacher was making his way over, clapping students on the back, saying hello, and telling some of them to spit out their gum. He was wearing a golf shirt with the school logo on it. The shirt strained over his belly and was tucked snugly into his khaki pants. I wondered how he got his shirt to stay tucked so tight, especially with a big belly. Did he buy extra-long shirts?