Taking it a Step Farther

I was at my son's middle school last week, picking him up early for an appointment. I sat in the office with a clear view of the hall.

Whenever I'm able to see a middle school day in progress, I watch in a sort of horrified fascination.

My junior high years were my most un-favorite. Most of the kids were either really cliquey or really mean. I still haven't gone back for a reunion. I might even have "murdered" a composite of several of them in my books. :)

If some mystical being...