How I Ruined My Sisters Life

I failed the seventh grade. That's my secret.
Well, I didn't actually fail and it's not a big secret, but it was close enough and
I am ashamed of it.

This was in the spring 1971, the teachers at my Junior High School, told my mother that I spent more time socializing, than paying attention. So Mom decided we needed to move into a town.

They did look for houses in towns in our school district, but we ended up 20 miles from everyone we knew. My brother who was going to be a senior got Dads old car and was allowed to drive to our old school. But us girls had to start the new school year from scratch. I of course made friends right away. What can I say, I wasn't very picky. I was going into the 8th grade, but my sister was going into the 10th. She didn't fair as well as I did and the next two years were pretty much Hell for her. As everyone knows, kids are mean little bastards.

We moved because I almost failed the 7th grade, she has hated me ever since.

Next time maybe I'll tell you about those good friends I met when we moved. Oh yeah!