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From Sniffles to "Woo!"

My friend Chris Brauns, wrote today about the three most unstable substances known to man: weapons grade uranium, the San Andreas fault, and junior high girls.  Chris says, "I was a camp director when I formulated the first law of unstable substances.  I jotted it down on the back of a discarded Skittles wrapper while gaping at the mushroom cloud of a junior high social meltdown that made Chernobyl or Three Mile Island look like contained events."  (Read the rest here.)

As a camp counselor working for Chris, I can recall that week of junior high camp that he described vividly.  Upon entering my cabin one afternoon, I was greeted with the muffled sobs of not just a few, but every single girl in my cabin.  Rather than swimming or canoing or playing volley ball on this sunny afternoon, they were each on their bunks crying.  But, having been a junior high girl once, I knew just what to do.  I began marching around the room, pumping my arms in the air (choo choo train style) and chanting, "Amen!  Praise the Lord!  Glory Hallelujah!  Woo!"  Within seconds, every girl was off her bunk, chugging along behind me, giggling and chanting at the top of her lungs!

Yes, a middle school girl is an unstable substance in deed.  I'm learning this again, as today, my own sweet girl, Lindsay, is leaving the fifth grade nest.  But what a precious girl she is.  I took this picture yesterday of her reading Anne of Green Gables on the front porch.  (Just the title takes me back to fifth grade!) While Lindsay's mood can shift from sniffles to "Woo!" momentarily (and vice versa), her commitment to Jesus is unwavering and her passion for following his ways makes me want to go back and repeat middle school all over again.  (Well... maybe not.  See?  I still have some middle school blood in my veins!)

Comments

Chris said:

Can there be anything better for a girl to do going into the summer than read Anne of Green Gables?

We do have those camp memories don't we?  Great thoughts.

# June 5, 2009 7:24 PM

Cindie Winquist said:

Now, where is my copy of Anne of Green Gables?  It's a rainy day here in Madison, WI...you've brought to mind just the thing to do!

Thanks, too, for bringing back memories of my own camp, camp counseling, and raising my own middle school daughter days.  Now my daugher is raising her own sweet daughter...who has a few years to go 'til she reaches middle school but is already exhibiting signs of sniffles to "Woo!" sudden shifts.  

# June 6, 2009 7:45 AM

The Farmer's Wife said:

AAAAHHH, Junior High girls....

Drama, angst, and insecurity, all rolled into a pretty little ball of femininity.  

The thing that I notice is that they run in herds.  I was one of those that didn't find a herd, until I went to high school.  Come to think of it, even then, my herd was pretty ragged-y!

And your story about them all crying brings another good point to mind...they actually LIKE to cry, for some reason.  I think it's such a release for all the pressure inside.  I remember my grandpa telling about his sisters liking the saddest old songs, so they could have a good cry.  It mystified and amused him, and I have to say the same about the little junior high girls.  Bless their little chicken fried hearts...

I love the picture of your daughter, reading Anne.  I just recently re-discovered Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, the lesser known sort of "cousin" book.  Beautiful!

# June 6, 2009 8:14 AM

Shannon said:

Cindie, I might have to steal Lindsay's book and do the same!  :)

Farmer's Wife, Obviously they like to cry in herds too.  But do we ever grow out of liking to cry?  I still enjoy a good 'ol country song with a sad story to pull up some tears.

# June 6, 2009 10:12 AM
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