My Middle School Hell


I don’t think I could have been more terrified and confused if I had been dropped at the front gates of Hell.  Or perhaps it was Hell. No?  Well then Bussey Middle School in Garland Texas was as close to the doorstep of Hades as I had come. In the span of a few short months my family had moved from Trenton Ontario in Canada, to a rented house in a suburb of Dallas Texas, during the hottest summer in 25 years.  I had spent the next few months living in an old house in an old neighborhood attending a new middle-school.  Now here I was, six months later, living in a new, new house in a new old neighborhood. I’d been plucked out of one school mid-term and plopped into another after the Christmas holidays. Continue reading “My Middle School Hell”