People often dread going through middle school, or as my parents call it junior high,
because at that time, people are in the balance between childhood and adult hood.
Now, I was starting middle school, this should be great. (sarcasm)
It was a cold crisp autumn day in York, PA when I was calmly standing at the bus
stop waiting for the bus. Then out of the blue, I notice a yellow blob swerving towards
me. I could hear kids screaming in the back of the bus and when the door opened, it
felt like the gateway to hell. I'm dead serious kids were on tablets screaming like
vultures about stupid high scores, a child was sitting behind the bus driver shucking